The Pacific and the Speaker

"THE PACIFIC AND THE SPEAKER"


$260.00 in my bank account.
34 years old.
240 pounds.
2 failed relationships,
well there were more than 2. 
what I’m referring to is the 
ones that produced children.

as the Midnight Special plays
to my Pacific, I speak truth
about these two whores.
they chose the cock over me
and the kids.

God said there would be 
trials and tribulations.

did my trials make my 
tribulations?
did my tribulations make my 
trials?

I’m $200.00 closer to death,
34 years into asking what 
I’ll leave behind.
240 pounds before I’m a dust 
that can be blown away.

my boys.
my dear sweet boys,
Eddie, Robert and Addis.
you’re everything the world 
knew I had.
the world I was born into is 
not the same one all three of 
you created for me.

if I never make any dreams 
come true or save a life or 
invent the next greatest 
invention, be proud of your 
old man anyway.

tell God to watch over me
wherever I end up.


By: Chicano Eddie
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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