After the Spin


Partied like a rock star,
and became a rolling stone--
wandering a dusty road
my mouth dry as a bone
Jose Cuervo at Lake Havesu
catch a frisbee after hitting the bong,
but nowhere to go, is this freedom?
neck strain, sleeping in the back seat,
must stretch the food stamps
so, fill up and run at a gas station
look for the next party
give plasma for a dime bag
suck the beer keg empty
puke it up after the spins
(under a friend's bedspread)
full of meaningless laughs
mannequin chicks
their paint peels
I burn out -





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◄ Untapped

Haiku #10 2021 ►


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