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Chicano Eddie Poem
"TALKING TO GOD BY A BOX FAN"
hi God:
it's 3:33 in the morning and
I don't know what to do.
everything is upside down.
there are red eyes sitting
over the kitchen table and
they are all laughing and
eating and singing.
I haven't slept right in weeks
and you wake me up in the
middle of the night to write.
I just took a pill and I'm
waiting for it to put me down.
no one is around.
they're out and silent.
I have my own out and silent
and it's in this room.
they create a heart inside a
man and let him sink.
I need a knock on my door
from an old face.
why is it when a man is soaked
in love the rain never stops?
why is it after they create
a heart inside a man they
leave him to write poetry in
bed at 3:33 in the morning?
By: Chicano Eddie
Copyright © Chicano Eddie | Year Posted 2018
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Chicano Eddie Poem
"THE BOSS AT WORK"
I’ve been trying to work with
her for some time now but the
damn general manager won’t
allow it. who knows why it
just isn’t happening. today I
got to work with her for just
an hour but in she came with
her big ass hugged up inside
those tight black jeans and
makeup so thick, I’d never
recognize her without it.
she’s called me a few times,
asking if I could come in,
asking if I would mind going
to another store but all the
chances came up short. I
asked her if she talked to
our boss about us working
together and she said it was
denied. before I left, I told
her I’d give her my number,
if it was easier than opening
my file to get it. I wrote it
down on paper: TEXT ME
ANYTIME. CALL OUTS. BACK UP.
LIGHT BANTER OR GENERAL
CONVERSATION. before I left,
I slid her the paper and she
put it in her pocket over her
left breast. she looked up at
me, stared into my eyes
longer than a boss should and
stuttered. “I-I-I’ll be
talking to you soon.” this
was not a statement from a
boss to an employee. she
turned to walk away but kept
her eyes on me. I kept my
eyes on her ass and there
they stood until she turned
the corner out of my sight.
I’ve seen asses like that
before, I’ve been with asses
like that before, so there
was no imagining what sat
under those jeans. I knew.
I’m not too sure of her plans
but if they lead to some
good, old fashioned coworker
coitus, I’m in. management has
its privileges. there are
rewards. at the very most, I
get to eat for free. after
all, if I can’t bring myself
to engage in coitus with my boss,
then what the hell am I doing
here?
By: Chicano Eddie
4202017
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Chicano Eddie Poem
"DENTIST"
I called to make an appointment,
it was for a deep cleaning.
"Friday at 8AM please," I said.
"Alright, Friday at 8 it is."
Friday came and soon I found
myself in the chair of doom.
"Alright Eddie, ready for your cleaning?"
I put my earphones in and laid myself back.
the cleaning was a success.
"All done, luckily you caught this gum
disease in time. now we can keep
watch every three months
instead of six. you'll have your teeth
until you are old and gray."
the dentist smiled and walked me to
the exit.
it was in that moment, I realized
I paid $500 to prolong the proper
timing of my teeth falling out.
I guess I can't complain too much,
I got a free toothbrush.
By: Chicano Eddie
8-10-2016
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"I'VE NEVER MET THE TOOTH FAIRY"
it was the city of La Puente and I was in kindergarten.
I was nothing significant.
I was just another kid fighting in the sand box.
while the kids played foursquare, swung on the swings or rode the silver tricycles with the red handle grips, I kept to myself.
then one day a little girl showed up out of nowhere.
her name was Denise.
she talked with her tongue resting between her lips, her eyes were pinched and when she smiled, her cheek bones shined.
she wore her hair in pigtails.
she always had pigtails.
on another day, I saw her standing by the classroom door.
she had a skirt on, striped socks, her pigtails and that squishy face.
I walked over to her and asked why she wasn't playing with the rest of the class.
she said it was too hot.
it was then she pulled out a blow pop.
she smiled while looking at me and said, "I like cherry."
when I asked why, she said because it made her lips red.
she said it was her lipstick.
I stood there thinking about what my mother said:
"Candy will rot your teeth."
she asked me to be her boyfriend that day and I said yes.
I look to the sky today and think of all the candy I've avoided.
I look to the sky today and think of all the whores I've been with and all the shit they create.
I look to the sky today and wish my mother would've said:
"Women will rot your life."
a few cavities wouldn't be so bad.
By: Chicano Eddie
2-17-2017
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Chicano Eddie Poem
"FRANKENSTEIN ON THE TABLE"
yesterday, I saw my mother
and stepfather after seven
years of nothing but silence.
we sat at a table and talked,
mostly about what my life
has been up to this point.
we talked, we laughed and
at one point, I became
enraged. we each threw in
what we have only known to be
to each other. as the anger
settled through the breaking
of the proverbial ice, I came
to read them what I could
find of my poetry. I read and
read and read, it wasn't
taken in with open arms. my
mentor said: "If your parents like
your work, it's getting
bad. If the cops are around,
something good must be
happening... you need life
and your work has to be
alive." I was placed on the
operating table, the sections
of my life were sewn together
and a figure was formed. my
mother and stepfather didn't
like my work and as of
lately, the cops have been
around. as I was placed on
the table, the electricity
surged through my body.
IT’S ALIVE!!!
IT’S ALIVE!!!
IT’S ALIVE!!!
the monster rose tall, full of fight, full
of life, and
like the bolts on Frankenstein's neck, the
positive and negative came
together with a charge that
would make Shelley and
Bukowski proud.
By: Chicano Eddie
7-11-2016
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Chicano Eddie Poem
"SHE LOVES ME. I KNOW."
there’s an old Asian legend
that says: your present face
is that of the one you love
the most.
it’s probably a myth
but all myths have a drop of
truth that isn’t subjective.
as I stand in front of this
broken reflection of what I
chose to murder, as I wander
inside these walls on the
Terrace, as I stare at blue
walls that cry, I greet
melancholia.
it is an old friend that leaves
and returns more and more.
it’s devotion is unlike any
other.
no woman could match it.
I’ve grieved her under the sun,
as the city lights blur and
stare at me with their eyes
and from the darkest corner
of the night.
the gods listen
and take note.
if the face legend is true, the
one I love is the saddest version
of death, in a double shot.
By: Chicano Eddie
Copyright © Chicano Eddie | Year Posted 2018
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Chicano Eddie Poem
"IT'S FUNNY, ISN'T IT?"
we all hope for change at
some point in our lives and
when we get it, it usually
comes when we don’t want
it.
eventually the mouths dry up,
life continues and everything
that once was, is
gone.
when we’re younger, it keeps
us looking ahead.
when we’re older, it pushes
us towards something else to
take the place of something
else.
change breeds more change.
remorse, adaptation and ex-
citement are the
children.
we all have a sickness that
ruins other sicknesses.
the easiest way to deal with
your own is to find someone
that has a sickness far worse
than
you.
most people feel sorry for me.
they play on changes that re-
define who I am.
I feel sorry for people.
they live in the change they
create.
for me, it’s quite simple:
everything is
temporary.
love, life, even
death.
change will bring all of
these.
change will destroy all of
these.
my change brought what has
kept me alive all these years.
grab 13 minutes for yourself
and motion the waiter for
another
drink.
the next 13 will be
magical.
By: Chicano Eddie
Copyright © Chicano Eddie | Year Posted 2018
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Chicano Eddie Poem
“A CHILD’S HONESTY”
today I sat and typed
out a few poems.
today they came as
naturally as a lie
comes from a female’s
mouth.
today I had my son and
the two little girls.
as I typed and they
watched television,
my phone rang.
the ringtone was clear:
BULLSHITTER ALERT!
BULLSHITTER ALERT!
the oldest of the two
girls smiled at me.
“Eddie, it’s mine and
my sister’s mom.”
By: Chicano Eddie
9-04-2016
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Chicano Eddie Poem
"ASSESMENT ON JUNE 6, 2019."
I called the starfish
on her birthday
but I was ignored.
I texted her
good morning and
I got a reply:
"STOP TEXTING MY
WIFE!"
I texted her
good morning and
I was ignored.
I texted her
good morning and
she replied with
the same.
yesterday, I was
in L.A. while
she was that
final banana the
monkeys fought for.
yesterday she told
me no for
the first time
in three years.
she loves every
monkey available.
I got to work and was
bought food
and given a drink.
tonight I shower
with a great body.
great tits and an ass
that would make the
gods jealous of me.
the odds were
stacked against me
but like my
mentor said, "we
must laugh at
the odds."
things will always
work out in
the end.
excuse me while
I laugh
hysterically.
by: Chicano Eddie
6.1.19
Copyright © Chicano Eddie | Year Posted 2019
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"LOVE POEM TO A GIRL FROM POMONA"
15 years ago I met a girl
from Pomona.
I was a man, she was a kid,
and the colors from those
intersection lights were
green, yellow and red.
my music from my ride played
loud and she tucked herself
in at night.
23 to 16, I placed all bets.
there were a few others
before her but none stuck
around.
I sit here, smoking and
drinking, listening to Gould.
the girl from Pomona won that
year and life hadn’t gotten
to her.
looking back, it was the
very thing that made me love
her, it was the very thing
that separated us, it is the
very thing that has reunited
us.
I gave the girl from Pomona
my greatest accomplishment:
my ability to choose to love.
I took a bow and stepped back
behind the curtain.
the girl from Pomona is all
grown up.
the girl from Pomona, with
two kids after a split from
the very thing that caused
our split, stands to enter
the world again.
here I sit, that young man
who risked his freedom to
love you.
you took some of my best love
and tears from me all those
years ago.
you returned them 8 months
ago.
35 to 28, I place my bets
again.
the lights at every
intersection are still there
but they no longer carry
their meaning.
we can GO after our love.
we can SLOW DOWN the
apprehension.
we can STOP our pain.
to the girl from Pomona,
we’ve gotten another green
light.
let’s take off, let’s hit the gas.
I promise, I’ll put more than
5 bucks in.
By: Chicano Eddie
Copyright © Chicano Eddie | Year Posted 2018
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