a poem by Daniel Romo
Love Lessons From Scarface
Close your eyes and inhale her aura
like she'sa mountain of Columbia's
purest snow, and your nose a winter
wining and dining at fancy restaurants
with names that begin with Chez or La,
and end with words you can't fuckin'
smuggled M-16. Savor the smooth of
her skin and respect the power of her
semi-automatic smile firing fifteen
rounds of sensuality per second,
penetrating your bulletproof body.
weathered world of pimps and
polyester, dirty cash and clean
Cadillacs is your boardroom, but in
the bedroom she is boss, kingpin of
the carnal, and you, her hostage.
proven to be behind her man, willing
to play second-fiddle to your perfectly
tuned orchestra of anger and ambition,
and you know you can't reign over your
kingdom of chaos and cocaine without
her, make her your queen. Christen her
your Mrs., destined to a life of drugs,
death, and domesticity, Mang.