I foul myself in the parking lot,
Ugly down to my kness,
Smelling of diesel and cheap tobacco
Home from a lost duel,
Zero heart
and all quiet
Down to a molecule,
nothing but shame
an army of blames
Sick of my slow future
useless past
and absent aunts
I take a sip of defeat,
Bitter,
it comes out of my dry eyes
wet and salty, ready for prom
I slap the loyalty of
my legs,
that carry my smelly flesh
little twins towers of me
Ready to rocket
on my command.
towards an empty parking space.
Strong stuff and necessarily dark, but I like the completeness of this poem. The purity of thought it well expressed by the imagery.