Jose Armando Guzman

I'm waiting for the moon to shine
bright in the horizon.
Maybe I should get on the hound
or take the train somewhere past
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All I could hear was the voice
that has long since haunted me.
'Tucson to Cuidad Juarez now
boarding'.
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There has been an itching inside of my head
going on for a while now,
I have tried to ignore it,
and just push it down into the void.
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I can still feel the air of that March evening.
My hands still shake whenever I recall
that somber little reunion.
I had not expected to see you anytime soon.
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Four walls of adobe.

Those four walls were
painted a light green
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Her smile spoke to me.
The shine of her essence spoke to me.
It was the way she held her book
as she read that sent a shiver
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These adobe walls hold
all of yesterday inside.
It is all just dust and
empty tears.
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I can still recall the cold air as it breezes
by those memories held inside
for so many years.
I wonder if the ground appreciates
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The whiskey was always
flowing at the Painted
Lizard Cafe.
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The reasoning escapes me tonight.
Memories are flowing through my
veins and tasting tears with
every heartbeat.
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Rode the hound down into New Orleans,
days spent in Ozona
sleeping through the memories.
Texas was one big dust storm
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I can still remember your avenues
and the rhythm of your heartbeat.
The traffic did not take one
thing away from the passion
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That terrible motel room
holds so many memories
and broken dreams.
The walls are tainted with
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Forever was
those few moments as the
bottle was first opened.
Fresh, just like the new
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Welcome to Arizona.
This is the land of privatized prisons;
paid for by your tax dollars.
We do not fund education.
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It was a moment of chance,
a game of luck,
and then she appeared in my horizon.
Like the frozen, dreaming,
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