Untroubled On the Couch

"UNTROUBLED ON THE COUCH" the aftermath of morality 6 of the newest poetry to come from the typer all me all you all of it a Chicano listening to the sounds of the birds and the cracking of the leaves the black robe approaches mouth as sore as a virgin's the years that have changed my face get younger and younger every woman asks the same of me but all fail to give arguments lies the bending of truth to satisfy her fear of being caught I've often said I won't make it to thirty-five and if I die now on this couch, the crows would be torn to pieces. I'm turning 34 in a few months I guess I have a year left numerous nights passed where I wondered if I had lost myself but as the wind continues to drop dust in my beer, they've all lost me here's another piece of poetry another life set in stone this'll be typed and then put away my audience hasn't been born yet and for now I'm stored away you've been out for a while collecting dust from the filth I've got my own dust and someday someone will blow it off just like you did to me. By: Chicano Eddie 9252017