Day one, kid
You're screwing the pooch.
You're slipping
And the vultures smell it
Who would've guessed
Red numbers could
Ruin everything
You've ever done?
You set yourself up
To fuck yourself up
And now your dizzy
Spitting out bits of teeth
Think you can still
get your balance?
Or were the last few weeks
Your career ending injury?
2019
YOU ARE READING
Assorted Poems
PoetryVarious short poems dating back to 2014 or so A lot of inspiration from Allen Ginsberg My longer works are in a story titled "Oh Stop Light! and other poems" (some strong language and possible depression related triggers. please be safe, readers!)
