SalnAlan

I have been thinking about my milk chocolate skinned, curly haired, brother from my freshmen year of college. He the brother i never had, and the poet i wish i was is too far away. It may as well be light years away since he's stuck in Phili. gettn er' done, n moving on, and me, i'm stuck movin' far from where we once were together as one, in the same 7x12x12 feet box of white painted cement blocks. But i have him in my skull engraved in my DNA, tattooed to my name. And the best thing is memories get better as they come, fade, and go to make it as legends, and some they grow mold, or are rearranged and maybe sold. So here's a little bit of SAL'n'ALAN, from yours truely you.ve been told.

ahhhhhhhhhhhh

the man drew a blank page with the blink of an eye
choked on his spit before he could gasp. he dies

chicken scratch will take the brain pain away
so, no worries will bleed my soul today
today emptiness is a lonely tone
where i swear some sins could turn you stone

but as rock n roll is our preacher
the whole world is our church
they won't worry too much
or make us hurry, give money, or bathe in "holy" water at birth

"never." i might have said it but go on forget it
forever tangled my love in all sorts of dreaded
hairy like my head
confusion's now embedded
but i am learning to jump for joy
to grow alls that i know
and spread it at a show

to dig, we get down
heat and spin 'round
then feel abducted by aliens
such musicians with such sound
such people such beauty.

Sept. 5 '08 Ricardo's End of the world party.

"I can't believe that she called me a butt-head," Ricardo whispered to himself. He began then to wipe the Slush Puppy(tm) from his face, and out of his short tight black curly hair. He next proceeded to lick the red40 and corn syrup flavored ice from the facial hair surrounding his thin chapped lips.
His sister, Georgia, whom quietly sat there next to him in the back seat of his older sister, Juana's, "shaggin' waggin'" as she so-called her then ten years old Volvo(tm). She now sat with an empty cup and a disgruntled grin, and stroking her ponytail with her finely decorated fingernails.
Juana turned the volume up as she tuned in the radio to her favorite station and "Crazy Train" was playing. Then Juana muttered for everyone to hear with a sensible amount of laughter in her tone of voice, "hhhhhhhhhhwell at least she's not a coffer drinker."
Next thing Ricardo knew, he was the first to come-to and see that the his sister's car had lit on fire as the result of a car wreck. Juana's head was stuck through the window. The same window where he had long since seen a bird fly straight into it's instant death and destruction. He then took notice of his younger sister who was now unconsciously curled over her seatbelt in the seat next to him. Now as his right eye lid could start to peel open there, was a taint of red from the recent damage of his right eye being braised by Georgia's fingernail, he could begin to bring into somewhat clear view a yacht party floating by maybe 50 ft. from shore. Then came the faint sound of live jazz, that was almost soothing to his ears and almost velvet to his mind.
That sound was where he his heart loved to beat , and those people partying in swim trunks and bikinis were the last thing he saw as his visions went to nothing but white lights and he faded of into nothing.