Directions to Revolution Blvd.

As published in www.darkladypoetry.com Volume 1 /Issue 1

 

He calls me late at night,

he’s drunk and I bet he’ll stay up

til that dirty sun makes its debut

over Tijuana,

puncturing the comfort in his line of sight

 

He tells me there’s something about me haunting him

 

He sloppily spills his remorse

onto the table

Slurring promises, drifting away -

coming back again, to say

“There’s just something about you”

 

He says I know it’s true,

he’s not the only one,

to have confessed this --

 

He says he doesn’t know what it is

Then, he contradicts himself,

stating that I deserve to know

what it is that makes them all love me so -

 

He says it was my eyes,

captivating, feline �"

brimming in the color of envy

 

He over saturates the compliment

by saying he wants to be in me…

My silence folds him again

with regret,

 

If I would just go to Mexico,

he promises,

he’ll repay the debt.

 

 

Author's Note

I had a friend who was deported on his way to Tijuana. I think that's kind of like getting fired on your day off. Revolution Blvd is the main drag in TJ.

Reviews

[Jibey]

You got across well the sense of the man's drunken dreams and slurred wishes... and the somehow detached but intrigued reaction...

[Ed Hart]

Looking for mr goodprick, are we? Nosuchthing! Jesus, girl!