Best Sal Poems

This time around, I will not scatter these grains
to land where the weeds might choke them.
This time around, I will collect these kernels
and take them...

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Alone,
slicked with sweat,
and hearing the locusts’ cries 
deep in my neck,
I stood over the remains 
of Sal Paradise.
 
The spotty grass 
around the tombstone
was browned...

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Ek was gevra om ietsie oor Pa te sê
Maar waar begin ek nou
Wanneer daar eintlik net een ding is wat ek nou wil doen
Om steeds...

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Me and my fellow buckaroos have had a real rough day.
Plumb tuckered out, we still are not ready to hit the hay.

Our bacon, the beans...

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Nunca antes le daras cavida
Entre manos el oro se hace sal y agua
Mientras una luna de bendiciones
Amanece el ser de maldicion
Quemando los poros de nuestras...

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She stands - wading through puddles

like small islands encircled in glass

The tide has long gone...

returned to tired hermit crabs...
and rested clams in the shallows...

Sal-try streams...

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I.
When Sal rode slowly into Victorville,
he saw an empty street, buildings unfilled,
Sol half-expected this, it’s why he was here,
but even to him, it always looked...

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Just a small country farm,
On a small country road,
A sixteen hand draft horse,
A pullin' the loads.

With maize as its mainstay,
Lofty tassels to the wind,
Lowly swine...

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Between the Indian plains and the hills of Burma.
Protected by the affection of its three guardians, 
The Ganges, Brahmaputra and Meghna.
From there - this story...

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Lágrimas. . .
Lágrimas de sorpresa
Lágrimas de alegría
Lágrimas de sospecha
Lágrimas de recuerdos
Lágrimas de reencuentro
Lágrimas de amistad
Lágrimas de bondad
Lágrimas de confianza
Lágrimas de confusión
Lágrimas de medio
Lágrimas de timidez
Lágrimas...

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Orwell and Alinski both saw the 
here and now.
Sal, he wrote a manual,
George wrote a story bout a 
farmer and some pigs,
That both forgot to...

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Who am I? Quien soy?
Quien soy? Who am I?
Black, brown, red, white
Those people-what people
Greasy people-lazy people
Loud people-esa gente those 
people, que jente, mi gente, 
What...

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The day emerges
flustered winds
a pull, a tug
still un-known
like wings on a dove
is your love....

Creased brow, confusion grows
tears explode, tears gone
children cry
unable to voice, the query...

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A bad crime has landed me in jail,
I also told the judge "Go to hell,"
for while serving the time
I did not do the crime...
Honest! It...

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Konkas draw a blanket over the flats,
but our state live like over fed fat cats
Zuma had another great opinion,
now we must dream of a Rand...

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