Borges Must Die

I saw Jorge in the
I didn’t see him
I told the cop
I didn’t tell


He ran out in traffic
He didn’t run
He was blind
He barely walked


2 am

Empty Streets


I ran him over
I ran away
I killed Borges


He looked ashamed to die
He was too ugly to die
He was born for immortality


I saw Borges in the rearview mirror
I saw him in my back seat
I see him wherever I go