A SCREAM WITHIN A DREAM
Loyal friend from Red Rock
Dumped her longtime partner in crime and billionaire
In Red Rock Canyon
She joked-waving away the praise,
” We’re just doing what we do here.”
Problem solver,loyal friend
Went her own way
Then returned to get involved
In gang crime spree
Marshalls rushed in
To a dilapidated building in the middle of Death Valley
Sweltering in July
Hide out for The Vagos
Playground for The Bandidos
Home of the Wicked Riderz on their green,mean machines.
All this she saw in her dream…
She awakened to a howling wind
Saw a beautiful dark-haired girl in Mexico City
In the room with a balcony view
Gauze curtains flapping madly in the wind-to and fro
Her face twisted in pain-a macabre painting done with her own blood
The sky above a blood orange
And no one heard her bone chilling screams
As her lover stabbed her repeatedly
Her blood spattered the walls
While the wind cursed like the ghost of Pancho Villa
All this she saw in her dream…
The Vagos
The Bandidos
And The Wicked Riderz
Fantasamas maldiciendo miles de maldiciones – Phantoms cursing a thousand curses in the wind
Like the ghost of Pancho Villa
The dreamer awakened-confused, heart pounding, bemused-
Was it real or just a dream?
EVA SANTIAGO copy right 2013
Eva Santiago 