Hot Day

 

I was feeling good again
Walking there
Without an umbrella
Under the sun
Because I would feel it
without hiding
For the shade
But I was having a good time
Walking for cigarettes
On a wobbly road
With a dog too loose on the side
And a nice lady
thinking I was in it for an errand
the houses
With red steel roofs
and a nice garden
With hanging pots
It was that lot
That made me smile
Outside their gates
While I scrabble to feel
My lighter
I too had a beautiful garden
and some stone steps
That mightve been forgotten
To be taken away
When the contruction had finished
Somehow it just fit there
With the mud
because it gets too muddy when it rains
And the dangling hoses
On some bark
And an awkward edge of cement
Where I smoke on the steps
Behind this blue dam
While looking onto the
Green weed
The grass
The guava trees
And a yellow painted house
Which did not fit with its neighbors
That I could see their car
Where I dream to be in that car
I try to remember being in that house
Where they had white tiled floors
With the bathroom
And a sofa
While I smoke, smoke away
Trying to get the smoke out
Like I had been doing it for years
Then it was the first time I
Didn't cough
With the rough
Air in my throat
and the heat that goes along
Outside
Inside
The smell of piss
in my hands
Watching my self fly
With the birds
where kids could no longer
Find me squatting
Near my door.