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ARMIN TOLENTINO
Po' Boy on a Roll If I had wheels instead of feet I’d be a rolling Mischief Spicy Jambalaya Sort of man And let insects nest in my beard Everyone needs a home… At the very least a ride somewhere And I’d smell everything on the road Just a rolling nose and beard with a generous dash of Cajun spices And the restless fingers of a rock and roller before he’s learned to play the guitar If I could find a culture that barters I’d trade one wheel for a wing So I could be a unicycling Fresh andouille Flying circles Crazy Fuel burning No direction Sort of man And keep cashews in my pockets for homeless squirrels Everyone needs a break… At the very least One lucky spin And I’d fall in love with every woman that smiles at me Just a rolling, flying heart pumping toxic hormonal love And beating love songs in Morse code If I could transform from flesh into light I’d torch my arms and chest So I could be a supernova Luminescent Burned out retinas Wrestling angels habaneros on a baked potato Sort of man And keep fire on my tongue Everyone needs a light… At the very least A little heat And I’d breath on every newborn baby So they’d know of fire and driving without maps And never in their lives fear an Unlit road. Armin Tolentino is a 23 year old living in Brighton, MA but originally hails from Lincoln Park, NJ and spent a year in Baltimore, MD. He hates doing laundry, but does enjoy cleaning the lint trap. |
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