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
1 Comments:
“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.
Post a Comment
<< Home