Warnings

Warnings

As I lay there, right in the middle of the street

Cars passing by

Missing running over me by just a few inches

Eyes closed

Remembering now defunct confidences

Mutual secrets

Endless games you played

All those maneuvers

Tricks of selling

Lie upon lie about anything and everything

Damming God every other sentence.

There was not a single person who was any good:

The aging writer with the golden shoes

A once beautiful salesgirl now old and bitter

An impotent Spaniard with delicate toes

The overweight cousin who wanted to keep you

A reclusive…addicted…sentenced … artist

The list goes on and on…

I remember every single one of your stories

Word by word remains intact

As if it was just last night you told me

But if you have forgotten…

I can recall the burned bridges

The towers that have collapsed

And all the bric-à-brac

That has fell on your lap

And occasionally on your Furla…

As I lay there, right in the middle of the street

Waiting for your next strike

Fighting off evil spells

And all sorts of witchcraft.

I remind you:

                                                   Your secrets can see the light if need be.

Manuel A. López