whenever you’re holding
your own bleeding heart
in your hands
picture yourself
as an Aztec king
shivering on top of a pyramid
as the evening sets in
waiting for rain
and the first colors
of spring
EL SEBBO
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disposable poetry 
Yes, good point – especially on this goddamn sunday with church bells thundering.
No, thanx, I’m a vegeterian, dey might say. Plus I’m more of a Conquistador, dey might add. Fuck dem. djn