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GUERO
by tj sullivan © 1996 all rights reserved
I want to be Antonio Banderas
But I look more like Doris Day
Golden, baby-fine hair that curls in the rain
Blue eyes
And a contradictory body
Concocted from M&Ms
Tofu, salsa, green chile,
Pop-Tarts, diet coke
And the occasional Marlboro
So where’s the threat?
The silent, deliberate danger?
I need it,
I want it,
When I’m down on
Central Avenue
Sliding from Club Anodyne to Deja Vu
I need the coarse, black hair,
The black eyes and the booted glide,
I need that guitar case filled with guns
I need to be Antonio Bandaras,
But I look more like Paul Newman
With all the intimidation
Of a harsh vinaigrette,
Que sera sera,
And still, I want it,
The few words that fracture fools,
The vein-popped forehead,
Hair like boom bristles,
I want to be Antonio Banderas
When I see the soft women,
Tanned knees below broom skirts
Above red boots
Concha belts and corn necklaces
Lipstick and eyeliner,
I want to give the contemptible glance
And capture hearts with a smirk,
But I look more like little
Timmy
Looking for
Lassie,
Come home,
Have you seen my puppy?
I want to be Antonio Banderas,
But I look more like Doris Day
Cursed by freckles and
A constant need for
Sunscreen 45,
I want the concrete nerves,
The cold, burr-like presence
that can make the room
Shuffle,
Instead I’m Doris Day,
Que sera sera.
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