I am working on a slow buzz

Sitting on the wrong bed

Watching the red light blink

And turning

A blind

Eye

On

The right of way

Sinking in the debt pile

Swallowing hope in half rounds

Making shadow puppets

Move like lovers

On a dead end wall;

Clinging to the crust of time

Digging for a bombshell

Coming up on empty;

Reaching for the red

Swallowing;

Pushing the tears back

Down

Against the upsurge;

This is what it is all worth

A bottle

And a three year gain

Keep it on the inside

Keep in on the down low

Put your money on a safe bet

But risk your life

For

This