At La Patria
a lad in her late thirties waits for her turn
and a couple ceaselessly counts how much homes they can place
their money on. Kids scream at the fist of her greased wrist.
Oiled thumbs pierce through the divorced lad's legs. Alcohol
drops flow about her joint's flesh. A pancreas is dead and touched
as pain teaches men how to un-smoke cigar by exhaling fresh
moist air out their nostrils whose hair connects at the pinch
of this second of the seven series of money-making masseurs
the upcoming fall and the last drop from the emptying oil bottle.
and a couple ceaselessly counts how much homes they can place
their money on. Kids scream at the fist of her greased wrist.
Oiled thumbs pierce through the divorced lad's legs. Alcohol
drops flow about her joint's flesh. A pancreas is dead and touched
as pain teaches men how to un-smoke cigar by exhaling fresh
moist air out their nostrils whose hair connects at the pinch
of this second of the seven series of money-making masseurs
the upcoming fall and the last drop from the emptying oil bottle.
Labels: Cirilo Bautista
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