smile please.

i met them two
ladies, at 4th and Brannan.

their face had given up
on wrinkles.
their hair was warm as
the lord’s blessing
any given Sunday.
and colored as bright as
Lucifer’s face.
their bent back pointed
towards the future
of us.
all of us.

one of them had colored
dotted socks on.
maybe they matched.
or that was the trick?
the other one had the
sleight of the bluest southern skies.

they were both out
and about at an AM in the morning
when you’d still be regretting
the existence of your loneliness
or awkwardness of last night
in your dreams.

them?

i’ve never seen a smile so contagious.

Cheers darlin’

cheers darlin’

here’s to you
my last toast of
dark hot brew

after the summer sky
dies, and words in
my blood
become cold and
wise

i will drink
you to freeze
myself, just like
those alive and
broken few.

Eternity

sip slowly on the
grainy bay, lean back
and look at the
infinite sky,
hear the horizon boast
of marking the end and
how the sun stretches
it to eternity.

then smile, knowing
that eternity is
at the bottom of your glass.

i drank poetry today.

i drank poetry today.

the dripping speck
of its black ink
invited my enticing taste buds
to grab a sip from the
hot, steamy brew
of words
dreaming together like
the arctic bay breeze.

i brought it closer
to the horizon
of my eyes, and wished
upon myself
the fortunes of
no bias, and lies.
even though the truth
was bitter as
her sly smile, it was
still the truth, in
every word and line.

i drank poetry today.

or
maybe it was just

coffee.