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The Illegal Immigrants
OKcomputer

teeth, yellow porcelain boxes:
 1
therein: nerves, tender flowers,
 2
growing up and out of the holes
 3
Deep black cavities, one for each pocket.
 4
i'm the only one
 5
who doesn't have a cent to bet.
 6
 
 
i recall
 7
pissing on their fruit, to spite
 8
whoever: "Ah ha!"
 9
making love in the fields
 10
on their watch,
 11
writing your name
 12
like a poem
 13
all over your arms and breasts and back, biting you
 14
marking your neck:
 15
you admire my necktie and briefcase
 16
full of American money.
 17
 
 
Now, i'm watching you
 18
watching the cars drive by, nice cars:
 19
a pontiac, white woman.
 20
you wish for a trade.  
 21
toss me a head of lettuce.
 22
 
 
i've forgotten spanish,
 23
i do not understand you anymore,
 24
your dog's spanish barking.
 25
long time ago I did.
 26
drinking whiskey by the creek,
 27
pulling fish apart by the gills
 28
i thought of you then.
 29
wish i could afford to give you a baby
 30
and a garden.
 31
 
 
The government keeps little spies
 32
in the dewdrops,
 33
for each fence-post there is a government bird
 34
watching my weeds swell up
 35
watching me masturbate through the window.
 36
"See? He enjoys himself!" they proclaim.
 37
oh well, i sigh, cumming --
 38
they see me smile and
 39
send me nightmares.
 40
shout it out to the world,
 41
i don't even read the newspaper.
 42
 
 
i'm buying another television
 43
to inspire wishing in a time of resign.
 44
to relieve wanting;
 45
to forget about the holes in my socks
 46
and teeth. i can't bring myself
 47
to repair anything
 48
anymore.
 49
 
 
come night time,
 50
there is your dog dead on a chain
 51
melting in the heat.
 52
the dog across the street
 53
in his bed
 54
with a picture frame
 55
and a cup of tea.
 56
and you mi vida will sleep
 57
on dirt-stained sheets.
 58
she falls asleep too fast,
 59
she sleeps too deep,
 60
picks up smoking.
 61

5 Dec 07

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i'd like to sit inside your
head.

how much is a ticket?

i was wondering if the teeth would come back. and they made a re-appearance.

line 51 is not staying in it's place, not fitting well, not matching up with the rest etc.
 — varun

make that
love to-
on re-reading.
 — varun

tossed salad
 — unknown

removed line 51, you were right. ;) thanksssssssss
 — OKcomputer

good
 — OKcomputer

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