I heard you gurgle in the parking lot
a life's last breath blown through the open cupboards
where teeth used to be
his royal highness
Mexico's highborn jailbait
young buck with a paperback book tucked in his back pocket
popped you in the mouth hard
and squeezed your neck
you were strangled in the back of a pickup truck
you're gonna lose your job, man
I only knew you for two months
we told each other I love you
you brought a woman to a Silver City hotel room
but she only wanted coke
we're out here in the desert, man
what the fuck are you doing?
born from a bastard bartender
your father is immortal in the coastal parish
he dates them young
your best friend does
I heard you gurgle
your blue face six inches from parking lot pavement
you helped me with my flat tire
we told each other I love you.
TA
. The Poet's Beat .
Saturday, February 21, 2026
Toothless Landry
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