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Monday in the Neighborhood

Three o’clock in the morn argument
make-up 3:15,
ah, they both sound like squealing pigs running in glee
one just has better timing than the other
–You called the cops? WHY? WHY?–
Gone by 3:45 as the pickup truck
revved Harley engine screeches out
from the neighborhood
the neighborhood
My lulling sweet neighborhood.

7 cooking in the incubator
Lard dripping chorizo orange egg tacos
and the broccoli in the back smells like wet sneakers
Lasagna spaghetti vegetable surprise
that the cafeteria lady wont touch
unless its with a wooden 2ft spatula
it’s just another Monday
unventilated
cow chattering
lowly Monday

5:30, workout
A blind men runs behind me
circling the ten that run in front of me
the symphony of bodies slamming
from 6ft up is music to my ears
and depending on who throws you
the fall can feel like 200ft
from way above the airy mist
to way below in the deep blue sea

Few know how to really say my name
the way my soul would jump and ache
and in the Tao of Claudia
everything changes
but the music stays the same
the men are still God’s gift to sight
as they move along the wave
claiming a square cut turf
of my neighborhood
of my neighborhood
of my sweet magnolia
and cut zacate lovely neighborhood

A scene from my deep blue sea:

Based off Tom Waits “In the Neighborhood”

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