Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Race by Jasen Sousa

Race


His thoughts are like a NASCAR speedway, race
the dragon, fire breathing, an addict’s 
burn to fill time and space with a substance
that does not acknowledge either.  Today,
just like other days, my friend committed 
a crime against his own flesh, blood, because
his flesh and blood are no longer his, he
sold them for a bag of heroin and
has been trying to buy them back ever
since with computers and family heirlooms
that help him consume the stars and the moon

on a park bench under an empty sky.




First Published
in
Somewhere Lost

Copyright © 2011 by Jasen Sousa

Copyright © All Rights Reserved by J-Rock Publishing

Library of Congress
Cataloging in Publication Data
ISBN  978-0-9714926-7-7

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