Echo Park
I could see the look in their eyes
that twisted look
just want to kick us around
not wanting us dead
ordered to look away
I glanced at the lake
the ducks
the palm trees
"We don't care if you are from nowhere!"
one took out a shiny blade
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slicing into face, skin, nerve endings, muscle tissue
never heard the
sound of cut flesh
in seconds it was over
my friend was marred,
shook so violently
I picked him up
slow motion
stunned
as they removed
the shotgun from my temple
speeding away in their van
flashing their signs, giggling
"Pinche pendejos!".
2-28-2002 9:59pm
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