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| Albuquerque Juliette Torrez as i drive down albuquerque streets edges of houses pop out of grey sky undisguised by barren trees twenty three shades of brown stucco painted to look like adobe we're driving past, past the porches where strings of red chile hang there in welcome how now brown town? and its good to be here though when i'm gone i don't miss you much i even dogged you, albuquerque because you are a hard hearted town dressed in fake mud being something you're not personality split by two sides of the city uptown and downtown, the heights and the valley split by businessmen developing their property you never had a good image of yourself, albuquerque you don't love yourself the way san francisco loves itself the way seattle loves itself the way santa fe loves itself and i wonder what crime stained these hills that made you such a hard hearted town dressed in brown ribboned in interstate asphalt and a poisoned river i'm fascinated by your sinister side, albuquerque and pray you don't claim me as a blood sacrifice but when i come back i see the way the sunset hits the sandias and remember what it was that i miss about this town i see the morning light bright blue the smell of cedar burning in the air and remember what i miss about this town and when i go to the frontier restaurant and ask for a green chile burger they know exactly what it is and they give it to me and i remember what i miss about this town albuquerque i love you i hate you i'll always come back to you the land of entrapment a curse or a blessing i don't know the answer i just keep returning from Madness and Retribution : Poems, 2004 website details |
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