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