December is a frozen-hearted junkie….a poem

December is a frozen-hearted junkie….

i ain’t afraid to run headfirst into the December wind that blows across the llano.

it ain’t nothing more than a broken down old junkie telling a

frozen-hearted story about

that time he kicked El Cholo’s ass behind the Piggly-Wiggly…

but I ain’t El Cholo…

that old Tecato will blow his last cold breath

and I’ll be running towards the llano’s green grass

without even a whispered cold-laced vessel coursing through my veins…

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