Day

a poem from my upcoming book; my published books are at inkwhisper.gumroad.com

Day

Let it be a day
that smashes your tooth,
to see if you’ve got jaws to chomp.
Not to screw you,
but to poke
what’s left in your beat-up stomp.

Shove your feet in your old man’s boots,
wet and wrecked from his slog,
sand chewing holes in your eyes.
Words stick,
half-coughed,
like dirt you can’t hack up.

Let this day
trash every hope you scratched,
to scorch your heart’s real shade.
No dream lasts,
it busts,
and shows the mess you’ve made.