Rudy Francisco's Blog, page 38

sandousy:I think I’ve seen you somewhere in her smile.Like I heard your voice in her...

sandousy:

I think I’ve seen you somewhere in her smile.

Like I heard your voice in her laughter,

Like I smelled your cologne on her thighs,

I bet,

If we dusted her heart for fingerprints,

We would only find yours.

- Rudy Francisco

AL Pacino's Any Given Sunday Speech

AL Pacino's Any Given Sunday Speech:

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I listen to this speech at least once week

It’s about to go down!

It’s about to go down!

This song is everything right now

This song is everything right now

Show announcement: April 12. University of Alaska Anchorage

Show announcement: April 12. University of Alaska Anchorage

Show tomorrow night (4/10) in Nashville @ Vanderbilt University

Show tomorrow night (4/10) in Nashville @ Vanderbilt University

Stutter 3/30

The 2nd time God sucker punched my parents

They put ice on the bruise and called it “Rudy”.

When you are born during an argument

You spend the rest of your life feeling like an interruption. 

Your name becomes a sweater you borrowed without asking.

You say it like the real owner is on his way to take it back.

To this day

I still stutter while introducing myself. 

Wake 2/30

When sky swallows night

And coughs up dawn

Until its lungs are empty,   

When morning plugs in the sun

Cranks the volume,

Turns the knob until it clicks like an empty rifle;

The light climbs through my window

With a duffle bag full of reasons

Why I’ve been chosen to continue breathing.

 I don’t ask questions.

I just hope yesterday has forgiven me

For all things I haven’t done

How could God have a son? Isn't it irrational?

I also believe in miracles. Those are irrational as well

Dear God 1/30

When I was 12

I asked God to make me 6 foot 5.

I’m my opinion

Michael Jordan was Jesus,

Nazareth was a city in North Carolina,

The best time to pray was during 4th quarter

And basketball was the only religion worth dying for

Dear God

I’ve been pronouncing your name incorrectly.

I wrote it down wrong

And I’ve been saying it that way ever since.

God, I’m not sure why you stuck around

After the nights when I cursed into the sky

Hoping you would hear me.

I looked you in the eye,

Said “Gods need people more than people need Gods”

I told you that you are nothing without me.

Faith was a sanitation wipe I used when my hands felt dirty

 

I’m sorry for treating you like a slot machine inside of heavens casino,

For throwing quarters into the face of salvation

Hoping a winged blessing will lose flight

and turn my lap into its home.

God

Do you ever get tired of being the glass we break

When all other options have failed?

Are you tired of seeing our faces pressed against your window?

Does the sound of us clawing at your door keep you awake night?

Do you ever sleep?

Do you hate the sound of our voices?

Do you get angry when we ask you for something

Without thanking you for everything that you’ve already done for us?

Do get pissed when we take all of the credit for our success?

Have you forgiven us for how we treated your son?

I imagine

Some days

You clinch your fist tighter than a bear trap with a closed mouth.

I imagine

Sometimes

You close your eyes,

Send all the prayers to voicemail,

And you let us

Sort things out for ourselves