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