The Rules

Esta villa es rancio.

Plagado de la enfermedad de glotón y el deseo sexual.

Le rezo a Santa Teresa para la paciencia y la confianza.

Así que muchas de estas personas vienen a mi país,

para exponer sus demonios internos,

con poco de remordimiento.

Ayudarme a Teresa.

Tengo que mantener la concentración en el objetivo a largo plazo.

Mi sonrisa se ha comenzado a desvanecerse,

pero no debo olvidar,

Mamma los sacrificios hechos para mí estar aquí.

Las normas escritas de la localidad:

 1. No beber

 2. No se confraternización con el personal

 3. Poner en un 100 por ciento

 4. Consejos deben ser reportados

 5. El cliente siempre tiene la razón, sin excepciones

 6. Nunca deje que los huéspedes se sientan poco inteligente

 7. Cada invitado debe ser recibida con una sonrisa

 8. Si las proposiciones a los huéspedes que, reportan

 9. Siempre presentes promociones del complejo

10. Ningún días enfermos.

Las traducciones de las normas:

 1. Nunca permita que los invitados vean beber, borracho o con resaca

 2. No hay resultados disponibles

 3. Finge hasta que lo consigas

 4. Siempre dar un corte mínimo para la gestión, para evitar sospechas

 5. Juega el bit mexicana ignorantes

 6. Véase la regla de los cinco

 7. Ver la regla de tres

 8. Sniff a cabo los rodillos de alta y vaya a su lugar seguro

 9. Puta a cabo el complejo

10. Esta es su vida, durante doce horas al día, seis días a la semana.

Plagued with the disease of glutton and sexual desire.

I pray to Saint Teresa for patience and trust.

So many of these people come to my country,
to expose their inner demons, 
with little regret. 

Help me Teresa.

I must stay focused on the long term goal.

My smile has started to fade,
but I mustn't forget,
the sacrifices mamma made for me to be here.

The written rules of the resort:
 1. No drinking
 2. No fraternizing with staff
 3. Put in a 100 percent
 4. Tips must be reported
 5. The customer is always right, no exceptions
 6. Never let the guests feel unintelligent
 7. Every guest must be met with a smile
 8. If a guest propositions you, report it
 9. Always present resort promotions  
10. No sick days.

Translations of the rules: 
 1. Never let the guests see you drinking, drunk or hungover
 2. Always appear available
 3. Fake it till you make it
 4. Always give a minimal cut to management, to avoid suspicion
 5. Play the ignorant Mexican bit
 6. See rule five
 7. See rule three
 8. Sniff out the high rollers and go to your safe place
 9. Whore out the resort
10. This is your life, for twelve hours a day, six days a week.

The Pretty Posies

To kill the joys,
and dull the pain,
while fairies fly
to exotic locals.


Why must the tear soaked,
blood stained tub be drawn?

Floating high above the world,
I jump over the moon
in an overcast lull.

Pretty posies can't help us.

 

For The First

Frosty summer school,
where hearts skip a beat.

My soul tells me,he's the one,
but it's my innocence he wants.

Some are against this torrid love affair.

Most are disgusted.

Bill,
my love,
my first womanly experience.

Work hard hands
and crispy lips.

The way his breath felt down my spine.

We never forget our firsts.

Chicken Scratch

Delicious,
red rope licorice,
really
rolls off the tongue.



Basking in the moonlight,
makes for,
melancholy
nightmares.



Wine,
dine,
sleepy time,
only to awake
love drunk.



Two trails,
one horrendous path.

Greener pastures on one,
while the other is hideously exposed.

Guess which one I follow?



The lovely bones,
continue to corrupt.

Pick your poison
and follow me to the ends of the earth.

He would die for me,
as I for him,
but what of those others?

The prickly paths,
prove their worth,
for a lass holds power,
over the beholder.

Crashed

We hit the community pool.

Jake jumps in with his clothes on.

I sneak up behind Gwen and tackle her into the water.

The residents there to legitimately swim,

yell at us,

but we're too fucked.

Simmy flips off an overweight elderly woman.

She gives us the "shame shame" from the hot tub.

We boogie out of there.

The cops show up.

Turning up the radio,

we make our get away

downing the rest daddy's precious Scotch.

We stop at 711.

I'm enthralled by the rolling hot dogs.

Jake takes one out with his hand,

and slips it in the fly of his jeans.

He walks around casually,

hoping to get a reaction.

Sheri, flirts with the cashier,

while the others shove Flamin' Hot Cheetos down their pants.

I grab an Orange Shasta, 

chug it,

and crumple up the can.

The cashier pounds on his glass prison,

pointing a finger at me,

but I ignore him, 

and open a Hostess Apple Pie.

The boys loot a pair of Colt 45's,

but the cashier doesn't fuck around.

Sheri flashes him,

giving us enough time to slip out.

I grab an US Weekly as I dash out the door,

and rip it in half.

We make our get away,

to the sound of gun shots,

and broken glass.

Simmy chucks one of the 45's out the window,

middle finger in the air.

The others pull him back inside the car,

and give him shit for wasting the hooch.

Gwen pretends to go down on Jake,

only to come up for air with a hot dog in her mouth.

She breaks it in half and throws it to me.

Gavvy, tries to pull me closer, 

but I punch him in the nuts

and roll my window down..

The sky is all aglow,

and for the first time,

since I was thirteen,

I feel alive.

Somewhere Out There

The trouble we often run into,
is when our lives are compared to our peers.

It's not enough to jump those obstacles
plaguing our dreams.

No,
we have go above and beyond what our friends and foes have,
because we see this as idealistic dreams.

Our friends have kids,
therefore we must too.

The dream house isn't good enough,
we need to dream bigger.

You're going to that concert?
So am I,
front row.

Did you see their new car?
No,
I've been busy building my own.

Stop looking at your life through others eyes.

Step back,
reflect,
and see the broader strokes.

We were put here to make an imprint.

Whether it's in a child's life,
helping a complete stranger,
saving a stray
or showing someone love.

Millions of people in the world,
each personality different.

Let's dig deeper.

Discover what your unique contribution to life is?

Plane and Ordinary

I lie by the waste side,
staring up at the stars,
wondering what my life's become.

Cars pass by,
making their presence known,
but I'm too high to care.

My last hit has me flying,
in a state of translucent inevitability.

Like the Shamans,
I see more clearly when I'm fucked up.

There is no ground, sea, or air.

Instead I am elevated to a soul induced waiting room.

There are no faces,
races,
or names.

No,
we are all waiting to be chosen.

An optimistic purgatory,
that holds us until we're chosen.

I'm finally the first in line,
but my buzz wears down,
and I am pulled from this place.

I wake up vomiting,
curbside,
and gum smacked.

Another lost junkie,
whose words mean nothing.

Cheers

The yellow house,
its run down shingles
and sun damaged porch.

That house,
will forever stain my memory.

The way he used to smoke in the house.

Ash from the lit cigarette,
falling to the vinyl table cover.

As a kid I used to place my fingers on the red and white checkered pattern.

I noticed how the length of my finger from the knuckle to its tip fit perfectly in each square.

Swinging in the rickety old wooden porch swing,
I watch the sun go down.

I toast his memory,
with a Brandy Old Fashioned,
sipping ever so slowly.

Wishful thinking,
in a haze of reality.

Cheers old friend.

Two Faced

Tongue tied
by the rip tide.

I'm footloose,
and free form.

Badly beaten,
I retreat.

Hiding inside my shell.

The shadows blow at my flame,
but I keep my hands cupped as best I can.

Fearing my future loss,
I bunker the emotional space,
ready for world war three.

Bloom and Doom

I fear the cold anxiety is gripping on to my limbs,
pulling at the heart strings,
and stomping on the brain.

Optimism has always been my intention,
but the season takes me away with it.

Bloom and wit lie ahead,
but I can't seem to thaw in this frozen climate.