Trevino Brings Plenty: Music

Here We Go Again

(~poetry~)

Recorded live 03.17.05 on KBOO 90.7FM, Portland, Oregon.

Here We Go Again

I sat in a chair
In Lucy's new apartment.
Another lady was there
Who I never met.

She introduced herself and said
Her name was Alicia.
She sat at my feet facing me.
She had blue eyes, auburn hair, fake-and-bake skin.
She asked if I was Native American.
I said, "Yes."
"Native Americans are so cool," she said.
"They are very spiritual,
They are in touch with the earth
And oh my god, there is the Great Spirit.
You have a beautiful culture."
"It's not all mine," I said.
"Native Americans have so much wisdom,"
She said and leaned closer to me.
"Do you know any sacred stories?
Can you tell me a story?"

"Okay," I said.
"This one took place in old times.
There was a lone Calvary soldier.
He was stationed at an abandoned fort in South Dakota.
There were Lakotas not far off.
The Lakotas watched this man
And wondered at his strangeness.
They saw him cleaning the fort.
They thought he was crazy to be alone.
Then they saw him trying to communicate
With a wolf that had white front paws."

Alicia interrupted me and said,
"That is the storyline for
Dances with Wolves."

"Yes it is," I said.
Then she stood behind me
And started to run her fingers
Through my hair.
"It's unfair," she said.
"Indian men have such beautiful hair.
It's so dark and thick and soft.
You are a beautiful man."
"Thanks," I said. "But you know
I have more of that beautiful hair
Around my cock."

Alicia quickly pulled her hand away.
"You're disgusting," she screamed.
"Maybe so," I said. "But your ideas
Of me are just as repulsing."
Then Alicia sat on my lap and kissed my cheek.
She stood and left the apartment.

"There you go, Trevino," Lucy said.
"You have a great way with the ladies."
"Yeah, I know," I said. "The crazy ones
Come to me like flies to dog shit."