You are fighting me…

Hola mi gente,
Today, I will looking at some rooms/ apartments and then I hope to enjoy this magnificent weather. Tomorrow marks the unofficial start of my summer with the annual Loisaida Festival in the Lower East Side. If you’re there, look for me at the impromptu rumba that takes place every year in front of that Puerto Rican institution, Casa Adela. The original J-Lo, Iris Chacon, will be the host of the festival and Johnny “Boogaloo Blues” Colon will supply the sounds.  If you see me, come shake my hand, or kiss me. LOL!

Today, I am dusting off a very old poem of mine…

Nows [no. 2]

05-28-16_ Poetry [You are fighting me]

You’re fighting me I find,
and you will fight me all the way
to that painful
instant of surrender
we can both already sense.

You will fight
my text messages
my emails
my presents
and my midnight calls.
You will fight
the endless affections of my tongue
and I will ignore
your enormous eyes
and your unbearable smile.

I can buy you
jewelry,
airplane tickets,
roses,
dinners in San Juan,
and clothes you must learn to
love yourself to wear
and still you will fight me.

Because I have taken away
your practiced old
game of giving,
and made of you
an honest trader again.

* * *

My name is Eddie and I’m in recovery from civilization…

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