playing old maid

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