Rotten Bananas II

-“Once upon a time Jose, I had it all.

I had a pretty wife, a small cozy home, and a good job.
What else could I ask for -- perhaps a few kids? What I was not aware of then, was that I was a chimp.
It’s my fault too in a way. I refused to acknowledge what was evident to others.”

-“Why were you a chimp Charlie?”

-“Cause I was – I am. Look at me now. I am happy to score rotten bananas from the trash bins of the Central Market. Anyways, I did everything I was supposed to do – and more.
I paid all the bills; I would even clean the house, cook, and iron her uniform while she went to school to be a nurse. She had nothing to worry about besides her studies.

So, after she graduated, right away I saw how she changed. It was as if she was more important now, better somehow now that she was making more than me.
It started with her co-worker, another nurse picking her up for carpooling. He would visit also on days off, and they would exclude me and others from their conversations, or be on the phone on other occasions.

Anyways, one day my back was acting out, so I came home early from work. Everything is normal, until I see his car in the driveway. Something made me park out in the street and come in quietly. As I walked the long corridor to our bedroom, I could make out the grunting sound, like wild animals behind the closed door.

My heart was racing, and I almost felt lightheaded as my sweaty palm softly opened the door, just an inch or two. What I saw is something I will never forget Jose.

I saw that my loving wife was on her knees, getting fucked vigorously from the rear.
Her expression reflected on the closet mirrors doors, was one of excruciating pain, mingled with ecstasy. She was getting reamed like a common whore -- my own wife!

I was stupefied and rooted on the spot; It was shocking and disgusting to see how she was getting ridden like a mare in heat. Yet, I lost it when the nurse yelled to her 'You’re my bitch!' as he soundly slapped her ass while he sodomized her." Charlie said this with barely contained rage.

-“What did you do then?” Jose asked incredulously.

-“Like I said, I lost it. I wanted to tear his head off, and separate them. With a war cry I kicked the door in and jumped on the bed, and we became a circus of three. I delivering punches everywhere, I was so enraged that I was seeing red.

It was disgusting Jose. They were not even using condoms for anal sex!
This infuriated me even more, as the insulated small room took a surreal odor of sweat, raw passion, rage and shit.
So anyways, after I unplugged those two, I smashed his nose in. The bitch came out to defend him and started ridding on my back like a banshee and scratching my face.

Even though my back was out of whack, I was able to indiscriminately deliver the punches, even hitting her in the process.
The closet mirror doors cracked even when I grabbed him by the hair and slammed him against the mirrors over and over, until I almost knocked him unconscious and smeared his blood all over those.

In summary, I was arrested for domestic violence and aggravated assault. She put a restraining order against me, and I was barred from my own home. So, I let it go. I let everything go Jose. I was a mess and I could not produce at work. I lost my job, as well as my faith in God and humanity.

For a long time I harbored these dark fantasies of revenge. Curiously not towards her, but towards him. I wanted to hurt him as much as he had hurt me. He had taken everything that I loved from me.
I had already been to jail anyways. It's not that bad in there after you acclimate." Charlie said with an eerie glint on his face.

-"I don't agree with you on that one Charlie, but tell me, did you take revenge?"

-"The only thing that would calm the rage consuming me like acid was the crutch of a drink. Eventually that was all I needed. I was lost in oblivion of drunkenness. Other times I simply curled up and cried like a baby.

So, I did not take revenge partly because sometimes I blamed myself too, and wondered if I had not been man enough for her. But I think that it was her own vanity that did her in. And what goes around, comes around anyways. He was married too, eventually he left her and stayed with his wife.

So, what’s your story Jose?” Charlie asked as he leaned back to rest comfortably on an improvised pillow of a trash bag.




To be continued…

Rotten Bananas

His eyes bulged like plump olives, accompanied with an expression of stark horror exalted on his face; which was rapidly changing to a hue of red.

- “Oh my God Charlie! What’s the matter buddy?” Asked Jose with genuine concern

Charlie could not formulate a reply; he was able only to grunt like a primate, while he thought that this was the end.

For what seemed an interminable moment, which traveled in slow motion, Charlie was panicked that his time had possibly come to an end. As miserable as his life was, he did not want to die now -- not this way. Charlie was able to swallow the knot of chow mien noodles which had obstructed his esophagus.

- “You see? That’s what you get for eating like a pig Charlie. Are you OK?”

Tears blurred his vision, as saliva started to accumulate and slither down the corners of his mouth. The trickle of tears created an irrigational system mapping his dirt-streaked face.

- “I was starving; I had not eaten since yesterday morning. I should have not greedily stuffed my face. But for a second there, I thought that I was a goner and it scared me. I think when one is about to depart, one does not want to let go. I would have died all alone here on the street, my body just another lump of waste to discard of properly.” Charlie said dejectedly.

- “What about me? You got me, I’m your friend!” Jose said reproachfully.

- “I know buddy, but you could have attempted to save me you know with the Heimlich maneuver. Anyways, having you as a buddy is great. But I feel so sad that no one who loves me would see me depart.”

- “Oh man, you are born alone, and one will die alone. Or you expect like the ancient tribes, that your wives will be sacrificed and join you in death? You’re a sentimental old fool!”

- “That I am a homeless fool does not make me inhuman dude. I don’t need a lot of stuff, but I still have feelings. You see Jose, once I was loved, and loved in return. And although life may harden, and embitter one, the only moment I felt alive and life full of wonder was when I was in love.

- “Love? My belly needs food and drink. If I’m shivering cold at three am, I need a jacket to cover me. That is what I need. Money too to buy me love anytime my friend. Hard cold cash does not let you down, where is your love now?” Jose said with a glint of avarice.

Charlie wiped the drool and tears with remnants of a white paper bag. This made his face appear cleaner and serene. His eyes took a misty quality, as he scanned the vaults of his memory.



To be continued…
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Reflections

Yesterday, while conversing about inconsequential matters, someone commented that I have the saddest eyes.

I guess the eyes are the windows of the soul.


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Manuel

Manuel


As Christmas approaches my thoughts are drawn to him
Soft-spoken, respectful, I enjoyed joking with him
Perhaps that lightened the burden of his monotonous, hard labor
I think it is no coincidence we’ve met on the street


The economy is bad I know; he is out in the cold
Forced to become a day laborer with hardly any results
Desperation forcing him to come with wife and daughter in tow
Begging for rent and food money, to be shown the door -- almost empty handed


He’d just gotten out of the hospital diagnosed with a hernia
Due to the bestial heavy labor of the past thirteen years
By chance we met one afternoon a few days later
I registered the alcohol in his breath; while he clutched a paper bag


The scent of desperation permeated like subtle cheap perfume
It was sad to see a proud, quiet man drinking away his sorrows
Remember when I advised you to acclimate to this country?
And to learn the language which is a necessity


I asked if he had a cell number to see if I could find something
He said with his growing family, he could not afford it
Evaluating his situation, I advised him on rental rights and legal options
When parting I said, operate on survival mode instinct


As Christmas nears, I ponder that a family will soon be homeless
With a baby in tow needing milk and diapers
Out in the cold, Nomads looking for shelter
Who will take pity on them on this Christmas eve?


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Rebirth

Rebirth



My eyes are dark and intense
I'm an old soul restricted by limited capacities
I’ve had to return to deal with outstanding debt
The lights are too bright; the noises too shrill
I miss the warm cocoon I was nestled in


With time I master my motor skills
My strong temperament is evident even since
From the start I long for love and nourishment
Hard to come by lost among the herd
I perceive that something is amiss


I feel the antagonism among those close to me
This scares me very much
The arguments, yelling, and suffering
Why oh why bring someone into this earth
Just my luck I have to endure this


Oh well, I muse as I hope someone cleans me up soon
At least one good thing to look forward to
I am impatient to find my soul mate again
Roaming this earth while paying his debt
Will we instantly recognize each other when we meet?


Or perhaps too late?
conditioning selecting our prospective mates?
forcing one to love someone dear as air from afar?
Surely that would be a colossal fine to pay
For love makes the perilous journey all the worthwhile

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Best friends until the end

Homeless dog tries to rescue his dying best friend on the highway in Chile. Sadly, it is too late.


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Vanity

Vanity


Conductive to validation
Permits a stranger’s hands to map the valleys
Hills and crevices, if it shores up confidence
Pretending it is someone that loves me
I expect to read the approval monitored in his eyes


I am fascinated by her face
How it’s pulled tightly like pig skin across a sofa
The result, an anomaly of set features
While the skin on her neck and arms succumb to defeat
Enough injections and hair dye will just do the trick


We’ve come so far to be reduced to a rack of meat
It’s inherent value measured by its firmness
Choice grade A tender, succulent, and juicy
While the lower grade is reserved for dog food
How cruel are the mind’s tricks


Woman consider turning your back on vanity
Stop shaving, mutilating, and polluting your body
Stop drawing-in a happy face with the aid of make-up
You are a precious gem imbued with inherent qualities
The cup of life is nestled between your thighs


Then again, without a bag of tricks how else wrap a man
Around your little finger, without decorating like a Christmas tree
Although both not a necessity...
Vanity is a venue to validate my power
Eventually it will become my biggest enemy



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