It’s a cheap afternoon
with lazy stray cats,
a burning breeze
and incoherent
Mexican music.
I drink the mosquitoes
and burn my fingers
on the cigar nub.
I close my eyes
to meditate.
There is no sky
to consider the rain
and my suicide
with extra
blood spatter,
minus the note.
I open my eyes
and relight my cigar,
burn my fingers again
and exhale.
Jan 18, 2010
Jan 18, 2010 at 9:36 PM UTC
It’s a cheap afternoon
with lazy stray cats,
a burning breeze
and incoherent
Mexican music.
I drink the mosquitoes
and burn my fingers
on the cigar nub.
I close my eyes
to meditate.
There is no sky
to consider the rain
and my suicide
with extra
blood spatter,
minus the note.
I open my eyes
and relight my cigar,
burn my fingers again
and exhale.