“A HALLOWEEN NIGHT”

perhaps one of my first writings on my yellow typewriter when i was 14. this is the original, unedited version.

warning: read at your own risk.

“A HALLOWEEN NIGHT”

by me

It’s a Halloween night, and it’s time to be scared,
for you tried to do something that you never dared

You walk by the street, and see a dog that’s hanged,
then all of a sudden you hear a loud bang.

You look to your left and then to your right,
but there seems to be nothing in your sight.

You tried to run, but then you fell,
and then you thought to yourself, “can I be in hell?”

You touched the ground that you thought was mud,
but took a closer look and it really was blood.

You find yourself in a ghostly town,
where’s there’s no up nor neither a down.

You tried to scream, instead you shout,
and then you find out your life is out.

It’s a Halloween night, and if you find yourself in a place that’s red,
you never know, you may be dead.

date: possibly 1987/88

in mexico, somewhere

an unedited, unplanned, neglected, first draft of in mexico, somewhere

by me

in mexico, somewhere
from what i read, of course
exists un pueblo that’s home
to as many chinese as there are mexicans
i read no further
but only imagine and dream
of this exotic paradise
the best of two mundos meet
living, singing, dancing, eating
eggrolls dipped in mole salsa
enchiladas embraced by sweet n sour
i thought about the beautiful dark skin babies
with adorable, tiny eyes
who smile without rest
zhongwen (chinese) with espanol
seeds of a romantic flowering
cultural integration at its best
and the embracing and kissing
of dark and pale skins and lips
was the climax of my imagination

12-10-00