forgotten of cigarette--
pile of ash
pile of nothing but
the empty
glass.
Dinner plates: submarine
in the kitch sink--they sunk
with helpless survivors
dying still
at the surface.
the sitch is awesome.
the record has quit--
how can
i still be
this happy?
the vision has stirred!
I am in the dark light
shining so
fucking bright
this vision
has overwhelmed
and here i am
with the butt
and the pit
and i am so
goddamned
content
in this ugly world.
behind the windsheild i sit in the passengers seat and navigate.
click here to speak to me.