Brown Flags
If all the people
waving American flags
were given a turban
and $1000, would
they lay down their flags?
If God and Allah
were playing poker
and God caught Allah
cheating, would God
kill him?
If all the people
that died in New York
City were reincarnated
as deer and the field
of an Arab was covered
with succulent grass
and the White House
lawn grew dollar bills,
where would they eat?
If all the rich
were given a gas mask
and a rifle for their child,
would they still support
the politicians screaming for war?
If we all worked in
factories that made
weapons that would be
sold internationally
and war was imminent
and the company announced
it was shutting down
because the weapons were
being used by terrorists,
would we go home broke
and wave our flags?
My fellow Americans
I want you all
to wipe your asses
real good and then
check the toilet paper
See if it's stained
red, white, and blue
or brown like
the rest of the world.
Landlord Blues
I was working at the post office. My old lady woke me up, to check out the prospective new tenant. To rent out our upper flat to.
This babe looked like Barbie. She had on stiletto high heals and was stacked like the Jemez Mountains in New Mexico. I walked behind her and those clicking erotic shoes, upstairs. Her ass looked like gelatin on fire, in a Van Gogh painting of a Starry Night dream.
When we got upstairs, she rubbed her titties on me. Lust was in her eyes and I could feel my dick getting hard enough to spear olives in a martini glass. I showed her how to pull the ironing board down from a tiny closet in the kitchen. Distraction was my motive, but it sure as hell wasn't working too well.
My wife called to me from downstairs, breaking my trance. There was a biker dude, that had his checkbook out in our kitchen, wanting the apartment. A nice looking couple from China was speaking in their language and motioning toward our duplex, on the front sidewalk. Three Mexican men were in the backyard, drinking Tecate and scratching their balls. Everyone wanted to rent out the flat.
Fuck it, I thought. I rented to Barbie. She was so hot and horny, everytime my old lady went anywhere. I was eyeballs deep in her pussy. She lived upstairs three hundred and thirteen days and I fucked her headlights out. My dick was so raw, I felt like ground sirloin.
When she finally moved out, I can't really say I was sorry to see her go. I needed a rest, badly.
The Puerto Rican bowler moved in next. She would drop her bowling ball on the floor above me, everytime she wanted a good romp. Her nipples were brown and protruding, her cunt snapped like a bear trap. Her poontang spoke Spanish, it was tight and young. Ms. P.R. would shove a banana up her furburger covered with cinnamon. I'd eat her and lick her and swallow every inch of her squirming body. Then, she would suck me off better than all the whores in Germany, I had become acquainted with while in the army.
My old lady was suspicious, but I was slicker than cat shit.
The Irish bitch moved in next. She was better than the others. Her pussy was like a boomerang. She was a walking orgasm waiting to happen. She liked to put ice up my asshole and spew whipped cream all over my toes. Then suck it off, slowly. I'd shove a big red battery powered dildo up her ass, as I fucked her deep and hard. She'd scream Geronimo, just as she hit her orgasm.
I'm glad we finally sold that fucking house.
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I have been writing for ten years. Published lately in Slipstream, Chiron Review, and LA-REVIEW, I have also been nominated for the Pushcart Prize 15 times, but never won. I am currently a postal worker in Milwaukee and a bricklayer. I am from New Mexico, but moved to Wisconsin 25 years ago. I read often and have won many slams. I read at Ginsberg’s farm in Cherry Valley three summers ago, with all the beatniks left alive. I am also contributing editor of LSR (formerly Latino Stuff Review) and I am also contributing editor of Shrimp! I am married to a Mexican lady and have a 14 year old daughter.
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