I'M Just

"I'M JUST..."


sitting in this parking lot
trying to get lines down into
that one great poem,
I see everyone's struggle. 
it seems easiest for me.
acceptance is the key to
that lock.
if the ones that saved you
after the ones that destroyed 
you aren't around, 
what else can happen that
matters?
I got back from Los Angeles 
after having to empty all that 
will keep me from loving her.
the city always heals my 
wounds.
I called the light company 
and got an installments plan.
I'm waiting for payday to
eat and just now, I've laid 
naked on cool sheets.
I'm hoping for rain but I'm 
just hoping. 
I live my life under these 
city lights and wonder what the
cover of my first book will
look like.
days are passing and there
has yet to be a woman I won't 
worry about. 
there has yet to be a woman 
that needs only me.
by 10 a.m. after this graveyard, 
I'll be awake and naked, waiting
for my first book of poetry 
to arrive.


by: Chicano Eddie
9.13.19
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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