2:51AM 11/4/18
i am a purple shirted wolf man
who leans on poles drunk
sliding into checkerboard
and i am smoke.
i lean on poles and all
of them give way to the ground
where i lie with blood
red eyes and darker pupils
i drive into towns a-burning
myself and soul away in malibu
and i store a library of books
incase i ever need to leave
least of all in the library
are the atlases on stands
dying names rot and decay
so where the hell is mine
so horrid a sight
but a smile warmly
will end this blessed night