POP GOES

Keep it honest. I'm 22, in need of a good haircut, and aching for some e.

Bring talons to a gun fight. Guardians Featherless

I'm ready to go home after this.

Call it invisible wired fence.

I want a ranch and a horse. The Southwest, you'll find me there in my grey days.

Royalty at the beach.

The classy get mixed up with the condiments.

First class howlers.

Love, the frontier after space.

I was a minor threat in high school, still dealt soft hands.

E

My worst nightmare but I'm still your voyeur. Take my blood and get me to the castle vip.

Raul Munoz
“Pop”

She’s made of rivers, lakes, mountains and fog.
A peninsula leading us to the wet bed where land
And wave meet, a Jesus burial for our mishaps
Our black eye socials and our coats at the door.
Breathe in dirt breath out your lip sweat. Gasp.

Personal libraries, the perfect hideaway for the
Vodka fountain pen and the letters, so heavy, tall.
Left boot carries her diary, cut-out Polaroids, lead.
Right boot carries some of Mother’s lip stick and a
Shank for those who howl her way. –Tempt me, lady

Smile at them? I rather shoot a gun blindfolded.
She gets kicks from boys kissing in the park. Why do
I rise so early in the morning and you spooks, awake,
Counting your gifts when all I really want is a chance
To fill my nose, fix my hair, and catch up on my subscription.