Trust the Messenger, Trust the Message

“TRUST THE MESSENGER, TRUST THE MESSAGE” I sit here with a pounding inside my head. black shorts, white t-shirt waiting to deliver the words to the doorstep of this paper. at 32 this backyard sits just outside the window behind me. with the poetry slowly building again, I smoke cigarette after cigarette and wait until the facts make love to imagination. deliver the lifetime of affect and never apologize. for the greater part of my life I have brought everyone I have come across to question me: the whores, the women, the mouths that spit ****, and every ***** that has used love to get what they wanted out of me. my brain works the same and for that I am grateful. change would’ve abandoned the words I now deliver. street after street, drink after drink, tear after tear, the nights and days of question remain. everything I have learned from my questioning and disobeying, breaking free of daily conformity has given me the worth no one ever saw me to have. I sit here with a pounding inside my head. black shorts, white t-shirt, delivering the gratitude. sign for this package and let it sit on your shelf until the dust kisses it with lust. it’ll change your life, sorry- no C.O.D’s. By: Chicano Eddie 10-6-2016