since stumbling into this dustbowl
a year ago
my eyes have been red
i've left three times
minnesota
the yucatan
sinaloa
the whites of my eyes
appeared again
the dust
the work
computer screen
textbooks, workbooks
insomnia
drinking
rage…
any direction i look
bleeds the eyes
all the visine in the
world won't fix
these poor windows
into this bloody soul
there's only one remedy
and it's moving on
only new sights
can save these eyes
Nate Peligeiro
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mis-pobres-ojos-rojos/
