Done, done, done, done, done.... I hit enter, no turning back.

It would be so peachy to clean up after our messes, our fo paws- no such refuge...

mea culpa, my friends

I wrote this about a week ago. lemme know what y'all think

Shard

Walking slowly, with purpose
a twelve-pack awaits
to be carefully selected
and enter my servitude
(or flip-flop)
with the desert sun
sweating my face
The latinos in the shade of their porch
wondering why such a pale gringo
stops and stoops

It was because I thought
I had found a quartz
laying lazily and alone
on the Oakey sidewalk
but I was wrong
again,
it was an abandoned
shard of glass
its brothers and sisters
once a very tight
and seamless family
no where to be found

Instead of dropping it
I fondled it
for I had found a friend
or so I thought

I put it in the back pocket
of my eighties shorts
and hopped Las Vegas Boulevard
and watched the tourists (in their shiny rentals)
pity me, for being on foot
in such a rough cut of the strip.

I groceried and beered
and doubled back

now the Late afternoon blaze
at the back of my neck
I feel woozy and fuzzy
and other suffixed "y" words

realizing I was dehydrated
I thought of you
and how my head swam, too
when our tongues first touched
the intense heat of your mouth
swallowing me whole

and all I wanted to do was to git home
drink some water and lay down
and dream you away

because the moment was brief
and all now is salt on my tongue

which I dont really regret
except for the stumbling
because of the heat

and while it pushes you down
the heat still feels good

when I got home
insteading of the nap
I drank profusely
water, that is
and made dinner
2 cheese burritos w/ salsa and chips
and sat promptly down
still thinking of you
and split my ass right open

my orphaned shard
spoke up
told me
that its still there

it is good to be reminded
that to bleed
we must first be cut