Twanguero

You had to work to get those lost
empty eyes I know it wasn’t easy but
like blue headlights on an empty
highway
once you’re gone
& I’m knocking down the
warm air’s
drifting haze
loaded w/tiny engines

Days pass & the body sometimes
follows whatever it was

Where we live it’s wall to wall
ocean
thus to drift is character
you think to ask

isn’t that so?
spilling a little tequila

in honor of the dead