The Crows Stare

“THE CROWS STARE” I could force time to go in reverse but with my time on this timeline, I’d fumble it in my beer. I could die and come back as a female with a heart. although, I have no direction for it, I’ve never known one. I am me, I am the Chicano, the man under the sky, under the rain, under the sap that falls from the trees you planted. turn the bottle up aim it for the pit the dead ask me my thoughts on living my reflection is living between the windex and 7 years. these words are the broken nails left behind in my rotted piece of wood. By: Chicano Eddie 10-30-2016