Poem For My 33rd Birthday

"POEM FOR MY 33RD BIRTHDAY" running on razor blades with these cigarettes this beer and isolation this goatee gone this mustache thick and these eyes inside these frames. back inside this city wiping the tears from her eyes she's missed me. tomorrow at this time those who haven't been under the bloodsuckers of filing will rise breathe laugh and cry. tomorrow at this time the whores will be on overtime. it's nothing new. tomorrow I'll turn and look up at my ceiling without the very souls that murdered my fear of death. men get arrested dogs get put down and tonight my enemies leave roses where I'll be placed to die. By: Chicano Eddie 12-6-2016