All of My Fines

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?