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A Poem by Jose Efrian Garcia

February 20, 2011

Look:                                                                                                                                                                                   

If you paint me for my demons, you’re guaranteed to find a devil;

Look better,

as in: focus on the character.

MLK’s-spoken-dream’s now forgotten on the calendar,

millions of people fall in reverence—

for the day!

This is armature;

Hypocrit-icalact-ions-like the “caliber.”

–Now–

Who the hell will prevail?

Me: might as well-

Lead behind the scenes like: my-man Machavell

to ascend  the throne like: Napol-eon,

seeking, truth-in-philosophy, he-found a different stone.

I pick a stepping stone like: Ponce de Leon

seek, a fountain of wisdom like: King Solomon

Words carry-on like: Netzahualcoyotl;

Philosopher & warrior: poet- extraordinaire–

“Bloom while you can,” sun shines on familiar-

grounds like: familia

springing from the earth like miraculous births,

My words: are not to be confused for yours

My words: are not to be confused for yours

My words: are not to be confused for yours-

The universe,

Sitting, on a tilted table getting worse…

And there’s no hero within distance;

So much shit here I feel like washing the dishes.

Said,

“There’s no hero within distance so much shit here I feel like washing the dishes.”

 

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