Another Tequila Sunrise

sunshine

Another tequila sunrise

found him bleary-eyed

and stubble-chinned

and he started to wonder

how many more would kill him

 

it was his routine

to stumble about

trying to remember

what day of the week it was

trying to put together the pieces

of his shattered life since she said good-bye

 

fool for falling in love

cursing his stubbed toe

he pulled on the cleanest jeans

and shirt he could find

then put on his rose colored glasses

that let him walk about a world

that seemed colorful if somewhat hazy

 

he walked about streets

lost and awash in a sea

of uncaring faces

remembering too many familiar places

her words still rung in his ears

as she had cried alligator tears

something about needing a new life

something about nothing he understood

 

she had taken his heart

so carelessly thrown it aside

and now he didn’t know where to hide

the booze kept him numb

it was the best he could be

and by the time the day was done

he walked into an empty, cold house

hoping he’d be dead

before another tequila sunrise came shining on him

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About Rasma R

I live in Riga, Latvia. I was born in N.Y.C. Love to write articles and poetry. Instruct people in the English language. Live in the suburbs with my husband Martin and my wonderful cat Sid. I love rock and roll, cooking, reading, poetry and traveling.
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