Friday, January 30, 2009

mexico

high, on a hill
with a drink

and later
in the car
on the way
to nowhere

we
got to
a deadend
so we turned around

went back
to somewhere
and did
some more drugs

and
the night
dissolved
into nothing

1 comment:

S. Pajot (stickitminister) said...

This one kills. I like the poem. It's a solid meditation on the poetics of non-existence. But the title broadens its scope, giving the images a second- and maybe third-dimension.