matchsticks
and wicker baskets
he’s a bat shit addict
at it again
in Madison, Wisconsin
drinkin mad gin, son
a few more ad-libs
and I’m wrung, done
dollar
got work in the morning
hollah
can’t freestyle like a juvenile
all apropos
goes right out the windows
when you’re readin one of winslow’s
half baked
crab cake
mistake
of a ficly
thickly
laced
with
words
that shoulda
been erased
and never
published—
like so much
rubbish
don’t blush’
it’s obvious
that it’s all
for fun
call it dumb
call it awesome
I want to write
without judgments
just to see what
blossoms
hence this irreverent
benevolent
doublemint gum
so handsome
can’t someone
drum for me
while I pour more

rum…

oki…

done

(A quick catch-up ficly for naficwrimo after a short hiatus)