Porn, Cigarettes, and Lottery Tickets

5/13/09
Dedicated to Cameron Mo

Hope passes

It’s a mother heading home
To her duties,
Her child
It’s a child spending quarters
To feed
Her desires

It’s desire that claims
You deserve
What they don’t
It’s a moment
In time
To indulge
To engulf

It passes
Like sprinklers
On a hot, sticky day
It passes
Like headlights
As you speed away

It’s fleeting
Like all the choices
You made

It’s fleeting
It’s fleeting
It’s fleeing away