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Almendares Alacranes
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Almendares Alacranes |
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Drexler_McStyles Member
since 2002-11-18
Posts 195Venice, Ca |
the fate of my stomach lies on the breast of the scorpions claw the azulite sky whispers through the linen stitching carried on the waves along the path of the agave down the spiral towards the worm who sits at the bottom of a hand blown glass decanter tools to pull the thorns from my side are never par to the chore they usually leave me draped like a slab of meat somewhere across the red asphalt in my driveway once when I was in Havana searching for an elusive baseball cap (not the Alacranes, but the Industriales) I shared some beer with an old timer under the veil of a banana tree in the public square where all the hustlers and unemployed chess players waited it seemed I was the only one who knew what he was waiting for everyone else was resigned to the slow decline we were all sharply dressed gentlemen in our pan-american suits with our freshly shined hooves the heat from the sun had killed mules for less so we spoke softly of baseball and full figured women and forgot to complain about any of it as I sit here now in this dead space drinking bad tequila crowned with my blue cap I wish I were still with them sitting in the park sipping on that beer when it came down to it I never had a doubt about which brand of the slow decline I preferred |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
what a memory |
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CaseyLeigh Junior Member
since 2003-05-15
Posts 48 |
a strong desire to "get the hell out" is calling you. stay away from the dogs... |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
This is awesome...makes me think of Bogey standing beneath a streetlamp....talking about some long lost time... |
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