Ten minutes till midnight
Crescent moon sets on the horizon
San Diego has beautiful sunsets
and memories she forgets
The funeral is on Friday
Brown pilot jacket and a black dress
Wearing those hellish stilettos that pierce my heel
Forcing me to feel
A couple days till the New Year
Hard to indulge in festivities
When a supposed family member doesn’t expect me to rise above my immaturities
so…
I listen to my music and cry in a bed
I listen to those melodies that haven’t left my head
I listened to the train passing through on their tracks… and it tracks
That I keep on writing
and scraping
lines
How in the hell will I ever pay off all of my fines?
I listened to a song
and wanted to sing along
I listened to the lyrics
and wanted to write my own
Not a melody that mimics
But one that illustrated how my poetics
have grown
Even if in my life choices, growth isn’t shown
The first play I ever performed in,
I’ve forgotten the lines
How in the hell will I ever pay off all of my fines?