‘short dazes’
sweat soaked sheets
rain battered streets
the heat is gone, can’t change it back
The summer burnt quick and my heart is matching
Matches and hot heat flashes
The summer is gone and it won’t come back soon
A venture into night, so lonely, I’m so lonely
The park was filled with lights for anyone looking
Similar souls dragging tired soles on cold pavement
Just for a moment I found solace in solitude
Wandering into bars and passing through seas of eyes
Eyes that see a taciturn man aimlessly wandering, aimlessly existing
A rolled joint in her breast pocket
She hands it to me
Smoke clings to the low ceiling, wafting through our hair
Black snakes are intoxicated and restless eyes settle for now
For now, the room is still and silent
Strangers stumble out the bar and sober lovers start the car
the daze is a short one
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Jose Arriaga
Poet and filmmaker. I love to craft stories that capture the beauty and absurdity of every day life.
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