I Heard the Goddess I heard the Goddess. She said, “Don’t forget to put your ponytail on. There’s a lot of work to do.” She said that there are a lot of poisonous trees who want to speak loudly. She said that if I don’t behave, I will get a rocket scientist for an enamorado. I took to the well to throw up. There is nobody as candid as you. If you wish me to speak freely, then bring your worries and remorse. If you wish for me to speak eloquently, then bring guns. There are so many playmates that find me enchanting. Perhaps, you will be among them. All I know is that I’ve got a dirty little pill that I take in the afternoon for go-getters. If you were to stand tall, right over me, perhaps, I would give you a cotton bird tree. But seeing as you are all magic, I may decide to tell you the truth. That, perhaps, I was made a saint all because I took the trouble to find you disheveled. If you do not find this secret pleasant to the ear, then let go of the doll of your remorse. I, for one, am able to fornicate with you know who. And, you know what? You are being unfaithful with me with a reputacion of which is the biggest I shall not say. There is only so much havoc a person can handle. If you find me quite beguiling, go find yourself another wife. The Goddess has spoken and I find her most enthusiastic for your return into my life. If you wish to find me, go look into the hotel rooms of emancipation. There’s plenty of that going on. It just so happens that I am the most emancipated one of them all as I lay claim to the Universe Supreme. Yes, there are many a saint that would have me know that you are the one with the power. On the other hand, there is many a screwdriver that would blame it all on a handsome prince. I, myself, am partial to saviors. If you find yourself acquitted for many a crime, perhaps, you know what is best to do with your time. I take to the pen ever so often. I am bombasted by the Goddess ever so frequently. They say you like the way I dance. I say that I have caught many breezes from the Underworld because of it. So, if you are in the market for someone clean, then go find yourself a market woman. They say a Samba Queen seldom has time to write. I say there is more where that came from. If you speak the truth to me, perhaps, I will speak the truth to you. Either way, I am still the champion of human rights. The Goddess has said, “Wear your make up tonight. And go to where the voices come from.” I plan to vacation there sometime. If you think that I was unfaithful and immortal then, perhaps, you are not for the evolution of humankind. If, perchance, you don’t forgive an ill then there is a boys club you can join. It’s never too late to start anew. But it is too late to take over the world. There is plenty of nonchalance out there to fill a stream. I am still a wet-back with a dream. By Jackie Lopez
Posted on: Sun, 08 Sep 2013 02:51:51 +0000
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