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
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