On the themes of conspiracy, slut, cigarettes and leftovers
This Is How The Wind Blows In The Face Of Eternity
you poor
immature
sod
waiting
to be
discovered
America
did not come
to Columbus!
Victoria!
Victoria!
every exclamation point cannot describe you.
drop dead gorgeous!
what are you doing in that place?
I told you, “I was in love with you,
then I fell out of love with you,
and now I am in love with you again.”
and you laughed and said, “we had our space, our groove,
our moment in time.”
I said, “I want to see you again.”
you said, “OK.”
now my thoughts are consumed by you
and why I ever left you.
what was I thinking when I stuck my tongue
out at you with that other woman by my side?
Bookstore
I went out looking for
D.H. Lawrence.
I came home with
Villon and Carl Sandburg.
reminds me of a date
I once had
about 3 years ago.
Singlehood
we smoke cigarettes in the house.
we are alone
and loving it
Note To A Friend Who Had Once Made My Heart Smile:
you
have
lost
your
edge.
Author Biography
Mike Meraz lives and writes in Los Angeles, Ca. He has been published numerous times online and print. You can check out his work here: http://black-listedpoems.blogspot.com/