Wrong-done and un-won,
sin engraved in mouth
wide open.

Unlearned step and sandy-sunk,
two roads diverged in
pictures took.

In the canyon, caught by the
heat of a hundred hands,
kicking carcasses
of days when cops
climbed down cables
and this water was
real.

I ate two tacos, and two
assholes pitched
pebbles at a pair of
copulating lizards.

Suddenly saddled to believe better days
existed before me.
The last one there is rotten egg.

Peaking again in
a patch of sand,
packaged for
misuse.

This heart should
hide better.