Henry Oso Quintero

There are no earthquakes in Southern California
It's just the Rough and Tumble of Walt rolling over in his grave
--J.B. Kaufman

Oh No one makes much of a mouse­­
A good view in Buena Vista
Seems to have captured the light
of the eyes

But who would ever guess
the glint of a bag of silver
would prevent the preview­­
Who could have dreamed?
When you whish upon a star
a fog of heavy machined breathing
could cloud the valley and the orange orchards­­

BUT I did­
Hell I knew Oswald
That lucky fucking Rabbit
Got bought 60 years before they caught the fuck
In that theater in Texas and that bastard Bunny
Always did like to read­­

He took our innocence
And gave us a pair of empty boots
And nights and fires for lost Kings­­

What else could people do
But retreat to a magical kingdom

But I the Mouse am dying
And propped me as you puppet leader

I have my voice
I HAVE MY VOICE

And I willingly took a back
To that dam Duck quack quack
quacking and shooting
and shooting his mouth off

Iwas there!! In resistance!!
Hiding well before those Goose Steppers
Moving to the next Canister­­
To the next Safe Movie House­­
And I know you know He
was not reading "Little Red Riding Hood"

Mien Kampf
MIEN KAMPF­

Fuck You and burn with yer
Bitch­­
I've seen your kingdom of colored lampshades
glowing like cells

And It's times like this
that I wish I could join Mel
move like Fritz Free lean down
and as Carl, Stall and Lean
stutteringThat's all folks­­

That IS why I've built it
and THIS is why I'm back

I know you know that my death rattle
was when I whispered
"Cinderella"

­­And that was where it was supposed to stop­­

WHO the HELL was directing THOSE NINE??!!

Not with that fish woman
Not with that Dig Bell and that Beast­­
Hell put him down!

And while you're at it
Apologize to that noble girl and apologize
For such patronizing poop!

But who will listen to a Mouse
You Judas take my head
A blood offering to my breath
as black as pie cut eyes.

While you bathe in Mara
I will transform
come back
more powerful
I return under N.A.F.T.A.
and selling the Kundun for toys from China

As Quetzal Mustella
The Plumed Weasel

lights­ lights­­ LUTZ
has shown me the way

I have returned
from the living desert

To correct the shame
and tell the children of New York
that the Stork does not bring Buffaloes

And dam the Cat
There will no deals with queer pigs
feeding on their own filthy hatred mirrored in shit

That Bug has got to GO­­
Simply because you can't love what sucks
Let me
rephrase you Dullards

It was never about family

Sure it was about good living
but also Joy and Truth

Sure rolling double minis and songs of smoking South is a start­­

Call me "Plane Crazy"

But I like Friggin' Minnie
and I like her panties

I've seen you sound bite
Great moments of Mr. Lincoln
and I assure you Mr. Lincoln
you will address Gettysburg again

"I'm Wishing" it's not true
that Snow Whites alcove
is gone

The Kingdom was supposed to grow out
not in like my own eyes­­DAM YOU!!

Cause I'll tell you
Fuck Mortimer
that frat brat sissy
and Pete that villain is all talk
Ask Billy Bletcher­­he's reliable and contract
I KILLED
Cock Robin

Here I am in the Hen House
So I'll tell you while whistling on this blunt

Here's the pitch:

It's a heartwarming tragic comedy
True Story:

This family up north see

Lets for stories sake say Minnesota
have this burn pit in their back yard
in winter they gather round, and in the spring
it fills with water
forms a pond­­

Two Ducks fly in and would you believe it
they make a home
and later once
a family

They come every spring
for years­­Then
pack it back in winter

Well­­you know those Niños
Those fickle children
and during one particularly long winter

I'm talking Groundhogs dead in dream

This family is enjoying shimmer
flame rising to the night above there toe heads
Stars spark from the white ash of
wood and through them and the night

Pass Two Ducks screaming quacks
through fire­­øn fire
feathers failing just in time to fall
to the road­-crushed
by quickly passing cars­­
That's the story boys
so cut your Corregidors open
and smoke that

Cause I've come back.

Copyright © Henry Oso Quintero , 2001.  All Rights Reserved.

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