Barrio Fire Kiss

Don`t have much time to smoke,
damn, I line up the little critters
in a row upon the ashtray, unfinished
bizness. And unfinished is as business
does and does not. Fear of failure
and whatnot.

What I do know, well, the teen Latinos
line up in the stairwells here,
kissing up a firestorm.

Time enough to swell in the emotions
stirring in your sudden disappearance:
O gawd, how many cassette recordings
you must inspire. O gawd, that hope
you might listen to this song or that,
so you feel what we all end up feeling.

Longing along, leaving it alone.
A kiss under a streetlight, a wave
goodbye. I guess where there`s fire,
there`s hope. I don`t have time to smoke.