I caught the train to the airport out of a place asphyxiated below tenemants where the rubbish and unwanted are just the same on a cold cold morning, the coldest I'd known in a long long time. The kind of cold that tears the soul
like a gunshot in silence.
The kind of cold that hollows us like the half-empty train cars we ride without expression they rumble into the January onslaught. The pre-dawn sky, a blue from the...
With a humble heart With money and liquor With tobacco and candle:
Good health, prosperity, and blessings to my mothers to my fathers to my sisters to my brothers to my aunts to my uncles to my nephews to my neices to my cousins to my friends to their dreams aspirations and intentions,
to be true, to be complete to be footed to a foudation to touch the earth with to celebrate life to create abundance
with purpose diligence and usefulness with dreams intentions and aspirations.
I had a conversation with Sanchez about many things, many themes, but mostly about memories I didn't know that I had a long time ago. Operations, inept officers, dead friends that suddenly had names to go along with newly remembered faces.
"We were an elite unit, all the things we did. Things most people could never understand"
Over and over he kept repeating it and I couldn't help but feel special, until I remembered that we were rifleman like all other riflemen...
The Chicago river isn't beautiful but outdoor balconies are. People will give everything for river views. Real estate investors call this "potential", a euphemism for making money; Green like nature. "Potential" where others see industrial waste; Much like finding a spouse.
I could call you beautiful for wrong reasons as in calling an outdoor balcony beautiful, but the stench would still linger and you'd hear it all the time.
There are only so many ways I can express it before it becomes used up, there are only so many ways you can...
..The taller the mountain the higher the smoke climbs...
A light flickers from a bus station bar, drunks pace from one corner to the other- curse the bus-Delayed.
Cheap smiles, early morning smokes tired men and young girls stuff tapas down their throats Kings and Queens of a forgotten lot. Anxious for the signal to release the hatch to take them to their end destinations.
Near Oviedo a bus is burning soon enough it will turn to placid ash without much of a reaction.