Dying For Last Call. by Opalina Salas

Dying for last call

Arm over your shoulder

Head down

Cigarette lit

The dim bulb light

Housefly buzz

Ceramic sink rust

Water drip

Thick thighs

Torn nylons

Ass down

And out

Dying for a wakeup call

Bitter words

For dried up coffee grounds

Tumbled ash trays

This movie review

Of life

Skips and jumps

Bumps until its skittering end.

It’s Jarmusch

Pasolini, Kurosawa

Jodorowsky and Goddard

Dying for a blank wall

To throw shade on.

It’s a dusty guitar

Sitting in a corner

Unswept rug

rusty mail slot door

Dying for a cold night

Ice crack skull

Your hand into fist

Pressing me down

Dying for last call

Opalina Salas/poet/Oak Cliff/ Editor Let It Bleed/co-creator of Poets on X+ /curator/hostess/WordSpace/The Mad Swirl, /The Texas Beat Poetry Festival 2012/Forest Fest in Lamesa TX in 2011/New Orleans Poetry Fest of 2016/ Cohost Attack of the Poets2016/2017/DFW/ 20 years w/comrade, partner and fellow poet, Carlos Salas/endurance/in pursuit of /one perfect poem.