save drugs, save curses
for after always,
often coffin dodgers.
I am sorry
for hiding in the cupboards,
an imaginary psychopath.
my right eye
blurs a bit,
add that to the list.
deep in the sliced,
I was a robber,
now I am a copper turn.
two times three,
at least,
younger than tomorrow.
quit part of myself,
miss most of it,
accept losing blues.