too many bites tonight
off the old bottle of Kentucky red.
maybe.
when life goes wrong
it just goes on and on.
is blue
is always something
on the minds of the mute.
keep your cards tight
in your train track,
in your cheeks.
suitcase to orange spiral staircase,
oh, let me down.
madness is a fucker,
but I do not find it foul.
it's starting to flood in this town.
time to get out.
the sounds sound good to me.
their are worse poems in the world than this.
got glue on my left finger
forever
stuck pointing towards the wrong.
nothing good sticks.
good left hand, blue chest,
shooting star, that's it.