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Poetry

Starry Night

shit, Vincent, i don’t think
you could have ever imagined
your Starry Night
would end up tattooed
to the lower back of this woman
who on all fours waits on the bed
looking over her shoulder
telling me with her eyes
to hurry up and fuck her

Jose Pepe Arroyo

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Poetry

Birdman Blues

When you’re poor

You have to shit

In an un-air-conditioned

Bathroom as rivers

Of sweat rush down

Your face I was listening 

To a podcast

About daring prison breaks

Dillinger El Chapo et al

And I thought, emotionally

I’m no different 

Though it shouldn’t 

Have to be this way 

When love dies

And you find yourself

Doing hard time

One should be able to

Walk right out the front door 

And not have to sit there 

Plotting your own great escape 

In an un-air-conditioned 

Shitter as rivers of sweat 

Rush down your face

Jose Pepe Arroyo

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Poetry

EL BOLERO

it was all in the way you 

carried yourself before 

i set out i shined

my own shoes 

so the populace 

could see my work

my battered wingtips

with the laces busted

they walked much

but got nowhere

and still i stumble

through callejones 

and cantinas

of my memory

searching for me

with an old shoe shining box 

strapped to my shoulder

asking drunk men 

“shine your shoes?

shine your shoes?” 

but the drunks have 

no money to shine

their shoes and they 

send me to buy them 

some smokes instead

and i run and get the smokes

and steal one for my ear

and by the end of the day 

i manage to hustle 

a few pesos

and i walk home 

smoking that cigarette

counting them

Jose Pepe Arroyo