They set other lives aflame with candles
And the smoke of unspeakable sweetness
Drifts across the floor, trampled by military boots
O inspire me with southern
Harshness
So I won’t have to sigh at a nearby table
Inhaling 103 cigarillos
It’s raining again today
Another war is declared.
A tear drops
Into an ashtray.
The real mafia meets in
churches-
as the organ plays
they kiss-
fingers ringed with gold
Real killers like
cats,
soft furs
and a tear of blood
streaming down
a sleeve.
[The realest ones
don’t like reality].
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As in the Mayan calendar, the years gone by
Add up to zero
Signifying nothing more than an empty shell.
Our existence
Is equally insignificant
Or the same fulfillment –
Depends on how you look at it.
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