the wheel
deserts and weather and souls in the sun
sizzling like summer sex of 1985
weathered and walking through the dorm of drugdens and dirty daughters
sleeping in cars and kicked out of bars a classic jam to be in
a classic character of chagrin
ragtime rundown runny nose and cracked lips, smiling still.
walking coatracks with addictions
bloody coughs in the blue grey
sharp and steely, its a quiet death
and its a quiet life.
spare change….its for gas man, thanks.
its a livin.
always winnin’…. always grinnin’
never sinnin’…
