i said youre right, i studied everything
poetry just came out.
this is one called 22 fillmore that i wrote when i lived in frisco
jeff was working the express lane at the safe
way on market street when these
gunshots rang out seems these kids for
some reason ganged up on this electric
muni bus and started beating the windows with
sticks junior high school boys bashing the plexiglass
sending shivers of spider web type patterns
all over the people watched the european soccer
finals less than one block away and nobody looked
over this is today which is sunday and the little little kids
cracked open the fire hydrant across from the accosted
but these were different kids
cooling themselves from the uncommonly
hot san francisco weather.
yesterday we attended the
we saw roller skating lesbians
lesbians on stilts
lots of topless lesbians
some lesbians with absolute no clothes on
old lesbians lesbians in wheelchairs
most of the lesbians seemed fairly uncomfortable
hell i was fairly uncomfortable because i was stoned
and was trying to figure out exactly what was it that i was doing
at the lesbian parade.
the kids beating up the bus kept calling the bus driver out
yo motha fucka get the fuck out and get yo ass slapped
like the good lord just wrings as much youth as he can possibly
force and shoves it into some kids
as well as some adults
narciso was driving the bus
a handsome father of three and amazingly well groomed
and not just as compared to other bus drivers
narciso knew how to clean up.
gel in the hair, moustache trimmed daily
and if you could see through his driving gloves youd see
some of the most well manicured set of nails that youd
ever wanna see.
narciso took his gloves off on this hot sunday in june.
i hope you know i love you.
and reached into his coleman cooler
his three fifty seven magnum
unlocked the safety
narciso you understand
was from spain but if you ever said to him oh hey narciso
i hear youre spanish
he’d say true yes true but i am basque
deatils motherfucka details
narciso was into details like nobodies business.
sure the lesbians were in town but so were the gays too
and people for some reason were known to jump to
immediate conclusions with narciso because of his
good looks, impeccable grooming habits
and sharp attention to details of all sorts
if you said narcisco i’ll see you at the burrito hut at seven
narciscos brut aftershave smelling ass was at the burrito hut
like at 6:58
there he is
the man of the hour.
but if you were late.
look out there brothaman.
antonio, seven is not 7:04
seven is not 7:15
seven is seven
narciso pointed that gun straight
at the lead kid who was calling him out
the kid was wearing a san fransico forty-niners
tshirt and long shorts that looked to be falling off
if narciso wanted to he could have shot that bullet
right between his eyes
narciso loved to shoot guns and loved the challenge of
jeff was working the express lane when he heard
narciso put a three inch hole
in the four inch wide stick
that lead kid
one half inch above the kids
motha fuck that
and pulled away
from the curb.