Abel Bolaños

Rookie (Mexico)

Unripe Fruit - Poem by Abel Bolaños

Remind me again.
The graceful tranquility
Of a calm lake,
The fluid emotion
Of a ballerina,
Has never been so

And it rains,
And it
A refreshing therapy
Showered on my face.
But I'm thirsty
No more.
Remind me again.

And your throat is parched,
A cracked, red desert.
And you drank so much
But you can't take me
White, rough, oh, so,
Even in a sterile room
Smelling of Tide and piss;
Like a Champ,
Mmmm, yes, the
Breakfast of Champions,
And it's like
The ice cream man cometh
The ice cream man cometh.
As for me

Remind me again.
I've butt horns and won
In every peacock display
Of superiority.
But you, oh, you,
The frustration
Makes my eyes bleed green.
I heard that song
come down the street,
I saw your smile
And I told myself
The ice cream man cometh.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 19, 2005

Poem Edited: Friday, May 19, 2006

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