Alyssa Nasser, “Ominous Ocean Fun”
In a sullen night outside the bar,
el borracho stumbled to his car
His breath was stained of smoke,
Modelo and grains of coke
In a sullen night outside the bar,
el borracho stumbled to his car
his mind was too muddied and hollow,
didn’t realize that four men went out to follow
Couldn’t hear over the heavy work boots
that had him staggering
His sunken eyes too glazed
to see the figures approaching
Oily skin, heat high on his cheeks blinding him
To the atmosphere dropping
To the blade’s switching
He swayed
the waves of alcohol rocking him side to side
The gleam of the blades
Caging him, giving him nowhere to hide
It was only a silhouette,
(as subtle as a
wafting smell of cigarettes)
He saw in the window of his car
On a dark, morose night
el borracho took off in a fright
Floundering down the streets
His breath in tandem with his heart beat
Not knowing which way was up or down
Left or right, he didn’t recognize the town
He didn’t remember or intend
To be corralled in an alley with a dead end
In a desperate attempt to climb the fence,
it would cost him a immense expense
The men pulled him back by his soiled shirt,
held down his thin arms coated in sweat and dirt
Metal held against his neck
El borracho held his breath
¿No tienes nada de qué decir, bocón?
The men kicked until they heard the sharp crack of bone
¿Piensas que puedes hablar sin consecuencias?
They yelled at him in mania
El borracho spit out the rotten teeth
that bit out scathing remarks
about each secret he could never keep
Things he overheard while passing through parks
As alcohol poured down his throat
His mouth ran as he began to gloat
Revealing scandals quote by meticulous quote
Afterall, a passed out drunk was nothing important to note
So what he witnessed and heard
would be the next tale he slurred
over a bottle of beer
to anyone that was near
It was only a matter of time
When el borracho spoke of a secret covered in grime
A skeleton never meant to be dredged up
But he never knew when to keep his mouth shut
So he reaped the consequences of his maw
Te corto la lengua
The men said
The knife now stained with red
In a sullen night outside the bar,
el borracho stumbled to his car
But his last moments were spent being dragged in fear
He was left dead with one last thing to hear
Los labios sueltos
hunden barcos
