Phoned - Copy

By Boris Salvador Ingles

driving along main
w/my father

i remember watching
the players

pace
peddle
pushing along
in wanton whisper

heavy
hideous
hoarders

main-line-junkies
slamming
chiva blanca

parasites
propagating
their lust
for life

a sewer-circus
of sorts

my father called it
la tristeza
del vicio

he’d say
this is where
they all end

these
lost
vacuous
souls

all
rotting
along
the curb

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s