her smile as warm as a summer ocean
I thought that maybe I had found a small fragment of heaven
but I’m just a poet, what do I know?
it was time to leave and we said our goodbyes
with sighs and eyes of wishing
I went to a cafe that looked like it should be closed
my fourth cup of coffee in this soiled sad sack cafe
I don’t wanna go home cause home’s not really home
so I made my way over to a hotel bar…
in most cases, hotel bars are a lame attempt at cool…
an antiseptic generic stab at the real thing
missing spirit, soul
but sometimes a welcome sight as it was that night
an oasis in the vast desert that life can be sometimes
I distrust the new, at least until they’ve proven their seaworthiness
this appeared like it would float
ambrose bierce, where are you?
went down mexico way and that was the last that was seen of him
I drank a shot of tequila to his memory
which seemed appropriate
attempted to explain my rationale to the young barmaid
but she just smiled unaware of who old ambrose was
it really didn’t matter, we all die of technicalities anyway
