The Smoulder Off Our Shoulders - Nicholas Viglietti

It ain’t nobody’s fault

For the bottom

Of the glass,

The roach

End of the joint,

Or the fading effect

Of what’s already been swallowed;

This life is only made

For the burnouts,

Who can go eternity

At the speed of minutes to miles,

Undevoured.

Nicholas Viglietti is a writer from Sacramento, CA. He started writing in high school. After which, he served in the Americorps – two years rebuilding houses on the gulf coast in the wake of Hurricane Katrina, and one year working on a trail crew in the Montana/Idaho wilderness. He graduated from Humboldt State University. Now, he works for the cheap and attempts to get words published under his name. Nicholas is a Hawaiian-shirt aficionado, a pina-colada connoisseur, and enjoys hot, lazy days by the pool with his wifey.