miguel angel

INTO

Most, if not all,

of my life is bookmarked by songs/albums

I was listening to at the time.

When a familiar tune is heard, the dark spots of my mind

light up like a Christmas tree-

cherished memories festooned with lyric and melody.

The earliest of these is Canciones De Cri Cri- “Raton Vaquero”

when I hear it, I am teleported to Mexico-

un recuerdo de un juventud feliz.

My next musical memento

was listening to “Cisco Kid” cruising in my granpa’s Caddy.

I must have been six or seven

riding without seatbelt because, back then,

they were merely a suggestion.

The world was so small back then.

Eight of us cramped in those four walls.

We were poor, but didn’t even notice.

My uncle would pick me up from school sometimes

in his Jeep Grand Cherokee.

He was always bumpin’ DMX or Jay-Z.

We lived vicariously through them.

We all ended up parting ways.

I no longer hear the sweetness of their voices,

but the music-

the music stayed.

SHUFFLE PLAY/OUTRO

Sometimes I’ll be on some fucc-boi shit,

throw on The Weekend,

and act cold about a relationship I never had.

Perhaps I’ll put on Joni Mitchell

if you take me with you

as we look for people to Court and Spark.

If I’m feeling philosophical and pensive,

I’ll throw on some Ka- “Honor Killed the Samurai”

I listen to that one a lot.

Lil Ugly Mane,

Michael Millions, Nickelus F, Radio B-

I’ll randomly rep Richmond, VA;

a place I have yet to be.

Put on Sinatra, Dean Martin, Or Sammie Davis Jr.

when I’m in a Rat-Pack mood.

When I’m sad,

my ears are glued to Sabrina Claudio.

So many rock bands I listen to, just for fun:

AC/DC, Dio, Pink Floyd, Black Sabbath, System of a Down,

and so many more I can’t list them all right now.

Rancheras, Cumbias, Mariachi, Reggaeton, Bachata.

Gotta show love to my Latino roots.

Si no, mi madre me mata.

There is so much music that envelops the core of my being.

It is both oppressive and freeing.

Tender and mean.

Joyous and sullen.

Boisterous then quiet all of a sudden.

If existence had never brought me songs,

I’m not too sure the pains I have undergone

would be bearable.

Miguel Angel is nothing special really, just a guy that writes poetry here and there.