MEXICAN EYES:

We had Mexican mustaches and honest eyes.

Since when angle face?

We were kids on a wave,

Weren’t we?

We had weed to smoke,

A world to change,

Fledgling parties to crash.

I stole a gold bracelet once.

And pawned my guilt.

We stood.

I couldn’t jump the wall behind your house,

Lost a shoe in the muddy-ditch.

436.

Trusted.

Had madman-hair.

Red-eyes and souls to burn.

Did we win?
©DANIEL MORTON 2011