tonal freak.
endowment weak.
wished away on the rumbler of my dreams.
only to be let down.
every single frown.
I'll see you.
on the other side.
of the middle.
doubtless.
when vodka cancer has eaten my bones.
and my boner does not work for wonder.
this day is a movie.
and it plays on basic cable.
for hungover podcasters.
and standing cheetahs.
who, like me, have headaches.
instead of eyeballs.
where are the doldrums?
the ones that dance.
and shine, gone.
I am trying so hard to rewind.
and fill empty cups.