words

watching headlights drift past
in the drunken streets,
unfunny cartoon characters
and too many eyes follow me.

so hard to hide now,
must blend and quietly exit
until they track me down again,
chasing endlessly
this object of turmoil.

i will bleed for anonymity,
bleed dollars and dimes
for quiet evenings in the sundown,
drifting slowly sideways
from the whiskey and the breeze.

-S.C. Martinez