12/2/2018 any way the wind blows by Jordan Boyd Ernesto De Quesada CC any way the wind blows he’s just a poor boy from a poor family and I can’t remember his name at all just a few little gestures between dark and light the wink of a right eye the sour pucker of thin brown lips raised eyebrows as if question and a pint of Jack Daniels in left hand as he twists back my palm secures the half empty full bottle as if to say yes I search for the calm in cringe as you easy come easy go and yes I do know some of the words to Bohemian Rhapsody as you caught in a landslide no escape from reality slurring song in unison with the radio and a stranger the right side of his mouth a little higher when he winks whatever his name is deep wrinkles around his eyes from of all the nights we never knew each other the glass bottle back against my puckered smile singing the same words together as the air we breathe I see a silhouette of a man thunderbolt and lighting Jordan Boyd is an artist and educator living in Oakland, California Comments are closed.
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