Wreaks of Havoc-encoded Mysteries

It’s been a long time
Shining knuckles
Fitting shoes

_Lights out after drinking out of its sole

ties laces like nooses
Only, bitter better when quitter shoots.
Know what I mean.

Not a question just a statement
Down here, you either pasted and plastered or, blasted over your boom locks.
With, “rocks under your cabinet,”
After the hour has faded into algebra.

Switch the lights out and think and drink and take a dunk.

Like a noose on a sinking space ship.


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