the valleythe only thing I've learned from my mistakesMore Like This
is how to ask forgiveness.
the sun throwing itself over the hills
I haven't decided yet if this whole damned place
is made with evil
or maybe it's just me
weak and drunk and discussing poetry in the sun
that sun and the hills
my old friend chain smokes and clears his throat
he recites his truth between the hills.
in the shade
the crimson sun of his cigarette and the golden sun of my rum.
a pair of small children come down the trail and he hides the pack
of cigarettes between his legs.
who are you trying to save?
somewhere I know my mistakes are crying and coming together.
putting on human clothes and coming
over the hills and down the trail
out of the earth.
their hands outstretched
the sun in my throat.