i met a cholo
at a pain clinic, in cali
i met a man
i get permission, to share my life, btw
who tells a stranger in 5 min, joe, that their best friend, they unplugged
their brother, died where his tattoo, now resides, on Joe's forearm
who
does this
cholo joe, has a son, next gen, who does better, for themselves,
just
like
mine
hopefully
yours
cholo joe, designed a slammed, low ridin, blazer. graphis, art, everywhere...
i know our bombed/drunk, graffiti, artist, has got to b diggin this
even, the rims, lacquered, flawlessly
he opens the rear and it looks so shiny, like a james bond, goldfinger, bomb and I'm lookin for the hat guy, to pop out, offering handyman and odd jobs', employment services.
his car can do as many tricks as you can imagine
at one point, i asked about commitment and money
for such an atomic, bomb... he built it ...
for his son, to have a cool ride...
in high school
cholo joe, raised in the hood, where brothers die of mexicanness and bigotry, in a loved one's forearm, every
single
day
cholo joe, raised a young man...
his legacy
the next generation
who drives a "nicer", car than he does
when i was incarcerated
a car
was the folks who rolled with you
enroute
to punish people
with the wrath of angry gods
in the blink
of
an
i
a lifetime
in a grain
of sand
cholo joe's son...
wanted nothing
to do
with the crowd
cholo joe grew up with
in the hood
it would've been inappropriate
in the moment
to bother to mention...
he's a beaner
where i grew up
racist Republican
beaners
were a higher class; different block
they only turned up, to fight my monsters
in my
front lawn
saint Augustine
i should know
at 5
i hoe'd it up
and planted my first clones
life can be cyclical
our gods give us proof
every day
have a chreat day
joe
be safe
i hope you feel better
cholo Joe's son
rolls in the same
gold paved hood
we all do
same car
same humans
-for your beaner sun,
-cholo joe
-and my own
our own
we cannot afford the shades of pimberly, bigotry, sadism, masochism, racism, sexism, none of it
cholo joe is a person
a human
as were his dead mothers and fathers
none of we are perfect
show a little interest
in things people value
and perhaps
cholo joe
will shake your hand
and walk away, minutes later
i imparted to cholo joe
it's all a matter of perspective
would you have preferred someone other than you
make the questionable decision
and then give a lug a tug
or would you prefer it were your arms
they died in
and you
were there
to do so
what a gift
lucky we
he quieted
peeling out oh so slowly
in the intermingling spirits
of our marlboros
isn't that something
mornin, kiddo
xxxooo
cholo joe
how can one
not love
cholo joe
such a beautiful family
i hope you feel better
cholo joe
it was the carl's jr cashier's, first day; we've all had em. can u imagine how nervous she
must be
