Race by Jasen Sousa

Race

His thoughts are like a NASCAR speedway, race

the dragon, fire breathing, an addict’s 

burn to fill time and space with a substance

that does not acknowledge either.  Today,

just like other days, my friend committed 

a crime against his own flesh, blood, because

his flesh and blood are no longer his, he

sold them for a bag of heroin and

has been trying to buy them back ever

since with computers and family heirlooms

that help him consume the stars and the moon

on a park bench under an empty sky.

First Published

in

Somewhere Lost

Copyright © 2011 by Jasen Sousa

Copyright © All Rights Reserved by J-Rock Publishing

Library of Congress

Cataloging in Publication Data

ISBN  978-0-9714926-7-7