Brad Rose

Emo Girl and Me at El Vagabundo

Eyes, a condemned asylum,
fingernails, blue as a boxer’s vein,
you’re a drunk-haired dream
skiffing me across
this Mexicali dance floor,
just trying to make me feel
……….good
……………..better,
……………………..the best,
I’ve ever felt
in this buzz-shrill demimonde,

and I’ll be damned

if
I
ain’t
already

………….half-
………….way
……………………….there.

 

Brad Rose lives in Boston. Links to his poetry and fiction can be found at: http://bradrosepoetry.blogspot.com/