…you are lying as if
the concrete is your bed
at home
tossed out the bar doors
you’ve had enough you fucking drunk
stargazer with eyelids half
reclines in cool shadow
facing sky’s bare ankle of day
that lingers in spent darkness
the rat hangs back to
detail the world around you
sniffing your jaw glowers
at your pungent
cheap wine food breath
cheap narrow life
shape of the tepee in
in your eyelids
wonder ripples at its entrance
Libros Libertad 