Well, Here It Is.  Enjoy!

 

When I set out for Mexico

seeking the worm

of truth, you sped ahead

to Cancun, carved melons

for drinks until your wrist

ached, and you swore

you'd worked hard enough. I didn't

go to the beach,

though.  Found a tiny village

instead: its water flavored

with piss; children's shoes,

calluses; Death at the table

in every casa.  You caught

up to me, somehow,

screwed in those martyr-eyes

you must keep

in a jar or a purse,

and solicited a rhyme

from me then, claiming

people could relate to all

you'd been through

when you nearly fell

from stepping over some

legless beggar boy.

Dave DeGolyer has had a variety of jobs, from banking to selling ladies shoes to working in the jewelry business to teaching high school, but it wasn't until recently that he decided to finally to pursue his passion of writing.  After living in L.A. for a year, writing a handful of screenplays, Dave enrolled in the MFA in Writing program at Spalding University where his focus is Writing for Children and Poetry.  He has found the program to be everything he expected and more.