Taco Bell is Secondary

Never thought I'd say that,
but tonight's open mic
is more important,
especially after the year
we've had which
feels like a witch's decade.

I am as rusty 
as an allen wrench
found in the Everglades,
while magnet fishing
with George and Gorgeous,
and as afraid 
as a mighty mannequin. 

Promise me tonight
will last forever,
unlike love and liquor,
quaking in my brain
for a reason for me
to get away from me. 

Drive-thru hot sauce,
mask on and missing hands
from Orlando lands
beyond where the simple
is complex, of course, again,
nothing never changes.