a wavier while ago
down the road a mile or so
drunk and in denial + bile + throw,
I stagger style up the walkway, heave ho,
cleave those lobster claws, flip casino dough, sip
pinot- on the scene, gangsta lean, yo, clean em out n’
keep the green— naw’ mean— I am an atm machine, man,
an amp fiend, canteen liquor sipper, rizla twister, mr. quick lip
quipper, mo’ hyper n’ nicer n’ quieter n’ socially inspired, emotionally
wired, running joke but becoming well spoke—n, an even mannered BLOKE,
even when I’m hammered and can’t remember my own home address, I guess I’m
a filthy freckled mess with a fondness for ominous precision, calmness, awareness, afraid that I’ve strayed in some pivotal way that I suffer to repeat, residual of the pitiful treatment, she dunked her feet in wet cement, each instant is an infinite increment— fit n’ resilient, so indefinite… fulfillment… confusion… this reticent

conclusion