Saturday Night On the Terrace
"SATURDAY NIGHT ON THE TERRACE"
run where there is only room
to walk.
how else can you understand
your strength?
put the possibilities up and
create new steps.
the word will always be there
unlike the whores of the
night.
although some whores stay in
at night the blood for the
leaches trailing behind them
at every attempt to gain
attention,
stays wet.
let the wind come in so it
can blow and make them go.
isn’t the feeble attempt to
gain a particular
individual’s eyes pale?
isn’t it a miraculous
coincidence that one
will follow every move just
to gain access to her pussy?
but maybe here, there is no
fight to gain access.
much more to go back and see
if one can fit through that
door.
we all grow from children,
their curiosity of filth
never fails.
shit or get off and shutter.
there isn’t an unexpected
move in your chess game.
the darkness after the light
is a clichéd move.
continue with the desperation
as I continue with my
laughter.
open the doors to the things
that have been closed.
giants in a land of midgets
make nothing but fairy tale.
By: Chicano Eddie
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