The Way

"THE WAY" I have refused the whores in my life and the rules of those that fell into my timeline. from birth to this very moment I write. I must say though; the beer has kept me comfort and for that I am grateful. the word has kept me alive and insane at the same time and for that I am in love. the afternoons don’t hold value, the only reality inside is that night will fall soon and I will scream on paper. some call this foolish and wasted talent, others call it true therapy. to me, it is whatever you want it to be. no woman or whore has given me what the word has and at best, it remains there with no bull-!@#$. across the windows of every room I have been in, across every bed I have slept in, the world continues its run to knock me out in the first round. this of course has been through the whores of my choice but oh how fun those nights of filth were. my mentor said: “everything you own must be able to fit inside one suitcase; then your mind will be free.” if I had been born with these instructions at birth, things would have been a lot easier. still though, within my razors, my toilet paper, my cigarettes and beer, my fingers grab a hold of everything that has slipped away. everything will reveal itself in time. everything will reveal itself just as true as a whore standing before me in a flowered dress eating in a kitchen. By: Chicano Eddie 6152017