-La Fiesta de la Punta de Vista de El-unedited- to the best of my recollection
My buddy has written about this, numerous times, but I want to tell it from my point of view. I wasn’t invited to a party and the aftershocks were enormous. I was walking with a girl and my other friend, down the street/sidewalk of a certain neighborhood, and I saw the girl with red hair that I only see at school. She is very gossipy and stuck up, but I find her very attractive. I saw her walking down the street of the neighborhood of the party that I wasn’t invited too, but she invited us. She asked us if we were going to it, and then she invited us. And at that moment we had other plans- the girl I was with walked between my friend and I- I was on the right, he was on the left. And the redhead invited us, and I don’t remember what my friend who was a girl said. But we crashed the party anyways. I played basketball- but no one seemed to recognize me. My buddy is left handed, and he was on the left. I witnessed Brent and Patty messing with a basketball in the back of the alley- when they thought no one was looking. And that night I went to another event where a bet was made between me and my buddy, pertaining to the red-headed girl- and I made it known to myself at school when I drew a line up her pants-with a pen-one side stating something rude and the other an arrow. I think it is important- the most important thing in the world- which side each was- left and right- but I am not going to tell. People want to know, but I am a liar. Or am I?
Otro El- unedited
His hair is brown just like the embers that fall from him
Where a soul should be
And when he touches gold it turns to sinister
And when he walks circles follow him
With the dismay that he will never truly be inside anything
But he revolves around the possibility of what may be
And he has his followers and his enemies
And those that fear him too much to declare themselves either
And he hugs his friends after a meaningful moment
And when it’s over everyone can feel the aftershock
And he plans on giving it to her, like he did that one night-
“then you turned around and f*cked the crew-
I’ve got no love for you-“
that one night where she showed me him through her
Blue eyed point of view
But he was hiding
And so was the buddy of the previous story’s narrator
And the happenings of that night still revolve in my mind
Because it was something I’ll never understand until I can get past his energy
And when she did it with him, at the same time, through the television,
Time stopped
And there was a four-way tunnel running through the room
And she knew everything and stayed with me
While he was mindless and the other he
Was so scared that he showed all of himself-
Something that he doesn’t often do
And the girl was my hero because she’ll never fully let me know what was the truth
But time will tell if some other miracle surpasses that one
And another
Over another
And the other
Until all of the sources of such miracles just don’t know what to do with themselves anymore
But the space between him and her remains
As the most contaminated space imaginable
But still some would want to go there- if given the chance
To feel the high of the unknown
And the source of the light that sheds from heaven and falls on those who are damned
Because of such an incident
And now I stand here- wondering what happened
And I write to the best of my recollection
But I have a feeling you know more than me about that
And I know more than you about both hims
And now if you excuse me I have to catch the “L”
To find my destiny
That hides with dirt under the tracks
And floats like angels above rushing trains