52/365, palito
relive the pale bones
in pain and poverty. laughs, smiles
live beyond last breaths.
51/365, beneath the barrel
i see her scraping
the bottom of the barrel
and she falls over.
50/365, halfway to a hundred
i’m a cannonball
spitting on a wishing well.
crash, i’m the last splash
* - from the breeders, “cannonball”
49/365, hotter than hell
the sun is burning
the sky is a giant lens.
a hole through my soul
48/365, tequila
tequila sunrise
from my tongue, down to my throat
sunset, watch them burn
47/365, 79 degrees
at the dead of night
thick clouds of smog trap the heat
like on hot mornings.
46/365, after valentine’s
after valentine’s
hands, lips, hearts were together
when we closed our eyes
45/365, valentine
at night, as we walked
i waited for the kisses
of my valentine
44/365, waiting
time passes slowly
the leaves. the rain. they all fall
as i wait, and want.
43/365, if morning comes not
if morning comes not
i will wait for night to pass
for the sun to rise.
