Rojo

the Gypsy Rojo watches out for the lost souls

tumbling out of control whimpering 

she reaches out for your throat Sangre Circulación 

hop on the little red bus

there are no chairs to sit on

nothing to hold on to

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Witness

Oath of owes spinning racistsmirages worthhumanities soulscatching reapers fistsinane speaking Gods goalsspit suffocating throatsremains remnants distorting glass

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pinspot

amis endowed dilemmas

photo copied synthesis

listless lacking portions

quick quest quotations

survive limb mutation

over cognitive stimulation

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sterilised

parabolic spatula smooth like butter

beaten eggs over pseudo blender

oxygen, oxygen help them breathe

simple matter little worn valve

pushing roses up nasal passage

blinking conscience blink water

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Precipitous

fathom minutes folds of contemplation

blinded eyes hair engulfed penetration

liquid cold lantern beckoning light

retentive clumps leaping waves of dreams

cry the laugh slapping knees intuition

under the wisps crisp synergic air

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Sale Mending

pencils poisoning trees with lead
a case of acute conspirititous
banks hiding with leprechauns
dancing in puddles of muddles

dish came back spoon to fat

drinking milk on the moon

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Las Manos

El Milagro walks like a man 

to sit in Gods hands

the question, Donde es mi Alma

mud and stone have burned callouses

my family has been taken and still i work

mud slathered on like a mule by bigots

grant me this wish to find my soul

on ignorance I will slather 

with clean hands on brick

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Gypsy Rojo, Flor de Cactus

un besito relieves the sting
the wild dog reveals the man
for one moment bleak despair
the blood calls the gypsy rojo
transform the sparrow
release your loyal heart

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Gypsy Rojo, El Viudo

He was widowed though no one knew

her body alive and warm tending family 

daily trips to el mercado

alone holding her hand soothing their son

in private he made the promise

down the street 

eyes of el perro negro barking 

at the door of the red bus

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Gypsy Rojo, la llorona

Forgotten songs reflect on the skies tears
la llorona protects the childrens dreams
as the coyotes hunt for prey
the ladies meet sharing lullabies

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