ONE POEM, TWO FLASHES – Devlin De La Chapa

Posted: March 17, 2012 in Fiction, Flash, Poetry
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Originally Published in CatFishGringoRiver

BIG CITY

The girl opened herself to bleed. The crystal ball had told her to. The madam charged her for it. Then the girl left. A man on the sidewalk was giving out free tattoos. She sat on the tattered stool. The sterile infected device pierced her skin. “Tainted” was forged in a Chinese scripture beneath her right shoulder. The girl got up and staggered away. A trail of blood followed her. Her periods were bad. They made her do stupid things. She swore rats were following her. She popped a green little pill in many of the alleys and chased it with a passed out drunk’s beer. Then the girl wandered to a nearby galleria and laughed at a painting depicting a girl lost in a big city.

 

FORTUNE COOKIE

The fortune cookie read:
‘If you screw it, they will come’
I shrugged my shoulders
and shoved the hard wafer
into my mouth and headed south

toward the bathroom
at the back of the dingy Chinese dive.
My watch beeped,
I heard sheep bah-bahing
from within the kitchen

I explored, peeping through
the tiny cracks in the doors.
She was pinned over
the stainless steel slab,
the butcher beating her to perfection

then I had a faint recollection
back in Bangkok two days
and ten years back
she talking a whole lotta smack
while men smacked her around

I frowned, and stepped away
from the door and into the stall.
I took a hard piss, zipped my fly,
the butcher casually walked in
to wash the thrashes from his hands.

He looked at me, I looked at him
the butcher grinned his toothless grin,
my skin pricked, his dick was sick
his food sucked undercooked stale
just like the fortunes in his cookies.

 

A MEXICAN STAND OFF

The boss. The drug lord. The drug dealer. The dope runner. The drug pusher. The bagman. The hit-man. The assassin. The fuck up. The innocent bystander. The lover. The mistress. The wife. The children. Guns drawn. A really big shoot out. Everyone dies. Silence. Blood is flowing. Flies buzz around. The bullet riddled piñata donkey hangs by a swinging limb. Candy is scattered everywhere. The Federales bullshit about the massacre and help themselves to cake and ice cream.

 

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