The Spanish Party Next Door
September 28th, 2005
By Archived Story
if i knew
what the Spanish know
next door
i would have the ghost of a heart
playing guitar everyday
in son sweet man blowing down
they party
maybe god dances
maybe god takes off his clothes
wears a Halloween mask
and rubs 20,000 matchstick heads
until he is blood burst red
a heart where cholesterol is only matter
between the atoms
and blood is a Russian tank fleet
filled with petroleum
that is how I imagine
the party next door
radios falling from tables
bodies singing with pinball bodies
only to love and then love
and love again
with only the danger to be
heartbroken a million times
with only the limit to be
heartbroken every time
voy a la casa
necisito aprender
