Saturday, March 10, 2012

for jonathan hayes

i get up take a shower stare into the mirror
who's that fuck that looks like me
the one with the black panther etched onto one shoulder
a black jack o'lantern inked onto the other

who wears the same shoes
whose pants are the same size
hair thinning and grey
whose dreams when he dreams matches mine

before sleep he and i open the fridge and take out a 40
of miller genuine high life
unscrew the cap and turn on the tv
both of us read a few poems online

stare into space get up for a piss
turn off the lights and tv
crawl into bed beside our wife
both of us don't know where we begin or end


At 6:36 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

“Todo Bien”

Like sacramento said,

Or the sound of an aging jalopy
Traveling the road with its rickety wheels.

There is a harvest the fruit tramps follow,
Down to our own scarecrow.


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