Written: 12/13/2025
Vado,
at the community park with
my back to the horizon.
Dirt devils hits my eyeballs and makes me
spit.
No one seeks me or loves me here.
None know about my poems
where exquisite diamonds hung from
my old balcony.
Walking around the center
with giant bugs flying around
and dirt mounds flying
getting stuck in my throat
and blinding my eyes.
Then sitting in my car
with my new king james bible
and praying away the natives
curses that bind and control
Southern New Mexico.
Then, what feels off
then turns into an invisible attack.
Coming like a black vortex
left and right.
Removing my badge off my chest the
govt gave me
and the thoughts that told me
being a security guard is important.
As God blocked the attack
I remembered feeling more
watery and red like a refreshing IV while in
El Paso.
As American soldiers will play out
later marching on the streets of Venezuela
singing the mickey mouse club theme song
with rifles,
marching next to lines of 20 feet
tall ******
I'll see these things inside myself
and wonder after catching my breath
and allowing the hours of my shift
fall back into
sheer boredom.
Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 11:53 PM UTC
Written: 12/13/2025
Vado,
at the community park with
my back to the horizon.
Dirt devils hits my eyeballs and makes me
spit.
No one seeks me or loves me here.
None know about my poems
where exquisite diamonds hung from
my old balcony.
Walking around the center
with giant bugs flying around
and dirt mounds flying
getting stuck in my throat
and blinding my eyes.
Then sitting in my car
with my new king james bible
and praying away the natives
curses that bind and control
Southern New Mexico.
Then, what feels off
then turns into an invisible attack.
Coming like a black vortex
left and right.
Removing my badge off my chest the
govt gave me
and the thoughts that told me
being a security guard is important.
As God blocked the attack
I remembered feeling more
watery and red like a refreshing IV while in
El Paso.
As American soldiers will play out
later marching on the streets of Venezuela
singing the mickey mouse club theme song
with rifles,
marching next to lines of 20 feet
tall ******
I'll see these things inside myself
and wonder after catching my breath
and allowing the hours of my shift
fall back into
sheer boredom.
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