Indigenous poetry infused with art. To create, then destroy, then to create again something new.
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Broken Like A Record
broken like a record
broken
broke
Palpitating
ba boom
ba
ba boom
feel you ki- kiss
kissing my neck
touch
touch
touching me
and I fall down
downward
away
away from this pain
heaven forsaken
hell acceptance
cracked like a broken vintage lamp
beads and
no light
no sun
no gun
scratch
scratch
scratch
you burn like an open wound
within my heart
I sway to the sound
piano play
rapid and deep
faster and faster
bring the camera
and watch me crazily
wet wide eyed
mascara for blood
oozing from the base of my eyes
You did this to me.
death is your love for me.
death
death
death
you
you did
you did this to me.
William Ortiz
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