lester allen

unanswered calls

it is late perpetually
like me
for a dinner invite or pretty much
anything
really
I lie on my back eyes
making love to the
cobwebs on a stranger's
ceiling
yet all the bills arrive addressed
to me
and if I lay still enough
preach patience enough
the stranger will often times grow
bored and
leave
then
it's just me & the
dim walls of this room
hunting shadows through
these pages
& dreaming
of leaving

death waits

In a rusty soup can
In a little girl’s smile
Where I first saw the
sunrise
In the holes of my department
store shirt
Where the buttons would go
if they hadn’t
already went

In the miles of highway
Between
This life and
The next

let’s hope he’s one
patient motherfucker