Present

I feel your presence. Occasionally
Smoke rings and essence of strong cologne
Although I never met you
Your movie is so clear
As it lives in the vocal cords of my father and uncle
And I think you're the one who gave me this gift
As I wake up in the morning. Staring at my wrists
Thinking about how my friend Joey
Taught me how to slit
Diagonally and down towards hell
To accomplish it
What a bitch
To cup water in a bathroom sink
And just wish that your face could erase with a rinse
And I wonder how the gun tasted
On that San Juan Sunday that I only heard about in stories
Though I must admit
That I thought you were heavenly for many years
Back when I held onto my father's beard
And believed in a day when you'd reappear
Now I know I'm nowhere near
I feel your presence. In my cheekbones
When my frowns Stick for too long
And I feel your presence in my eyebrows
As they slant towards the heavens
But tumble down
And God knows
I was born in a garbage dump
But no one told me
'Til I was 17
And God knows that he hates me
Sofuck him back
As I hold 4 fingers to the sky
And try to grab
I feel your presence in boleros
As Abuela's dancing on rugs alone
But nothing can take back what you have done
So you've become a ghost
Trapped in your blank tombstone
With a bullet in your head still showing
As the roots of your feet keep growing
And I wonder where your soul was left
In a hotel still set
With the blood of a mistake
Shoved in the hands of a misplaced saint under. brick slates?
At night when I dream of you
You look better than in photos
With a freshly shaved face
Guayabera that is perfectly creased in good taste
I never dreamt of you
As a rotting corpse or bones
As a selfish person
Though you left a vacant hole
I feel your presence when I'm asleep
Brushed by the wind
Grazing my cheek
And I feel your presence when I feel pain
SHarp in my body
Rotting away
And I feel your presence in my bad heart
Beating for babies, waiting to part
And I feel your presence in every song
I love you dearly Viejo
I'll never blame you
But I wish in my soul that you never gave me this gift
Presence in my bad heart
Beating for babies
Waiting to part
And I feel your presence in every song
I love you dearly Viejo
I'll never blame you
But I wish in my soul that you never gave me this gift