The Canda Verses

#722

Posted in Uncategorized by The Canda Verses on December 9, 2009

Alejandro was dying;
as it happens
gangsters don’t talk about dirt naps.

No ambulancia, and we lost our way;
there was too much blood on the map.

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#721

Posted in Uncategorized by The Canda Verses on December 9, 2009

# 720

Posted in Uncategorized by The Canda Verses on December 7, 2009

if the tunnel’s lightless, at least you have protection

and if the tunnel’s endless, at least you have direction

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# 719

Posted in Uncategorized by The Canda Verses on December 7, 2009

“She’s not a big-thinker. She’s a dumpster-diver woman.”

“Teenagers smoke a cigarette and think they’re adults.”

–overheard at a Chinese buffet

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# 718

Posted in Uncategorized by The Canda Verses on November 30, 2009

tripping

That was our minds looking back at us,
the light beaming from the batik, a gemstone glow;
the house next to ours was burning down,
and we didn’t even know.

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