Saturday, June 4, 2011

fair weather smoker

spring is the season
i'm lighting up in the sun
it embraces me

always channeling
someone through this aftertaste
of green beans and tar

that leaf looks like a
dried-up slug and this one looks
like a child's lost glove

empty parking lot
is my home away from home
please text me, loved ones

hold my right side up
the left side took on more tan
in the sun last week

wore a cowboy hat
i bought from a walmart in
rural washington

we drove curved highways
held on for life as she jerked
the wheel either way

at the time i wished
we would veer into heavy
traffic and burn up

over so quickly
only our memories are
hanging in hot air

got home after all
shame, but i'm disappointed
to find we're still here

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