Mico Montes

OAKLAND HOUSE PARTY PART II

She brushes her hair nervously 

I see you shy girl 

In the terrain of bodies 

Dipped in a vat of their own style 

Covered in their personalized skins 

She bats her eyes, 

Not too into the band, bored 

“Save me”, she says 

I must talk to someone, “be cool” 

Oh gosh I’m sweating 

Let me sip this beer 

Two transexuals kiss 

No judgement in this house of humans 

Their sewn on badges 

Read their beliefs out loud 

Trippy warp music 

Glad I took the drugs last night 

Look around shy girl 

Look for your knight 

In shining vintage jean jacket 

With sewn crooked patches, 

Announcing his likes 

Look for your Oakland knight 

If just for the night 

Gaze into his beard 

His hoodie, like “a toi” 

His boots for marching in rallies, 

Not in armies 

His fist clenched for justice, 

Not for fights 

Slide up to her 

Wrap your sly smile around her 

And warm her with your eyes 

SLOT MACHINE

Forever spinning, forever draining 

Hand-shackled-chained, but lever retaining 

Cling Clang, Cling Clang 

Handed down souls, slipping slow 

Into hopeless search for silver and gold