Beat poets.
Bring the sweet.
Tonight we’ll meet
at Taco Milagro
on melancholy street
in east-end,
near Eastwood,
by the old
Third Ward hood.

We’ll go.

Red fizz and black caps
burning grass like jazz
and my belly growlin’
or is that my heart?
Hungry head spinnin’
Red, red, like wine
drips of heart thumpin’
empty empty
the jitters jumps,
beats bumpin’,
runnin home stumblin’.

© paz