Old blue is snorting bath salt- In the same bathroom where he nursed the only battle wound I’ve ever had-
I had swung on the prince of Hopkins county- My knuckle caught the crystal of his watch- Pop and howl, edge and line- Thrown askew by force- (my) good young blood ferried wolf flowers from one side of the sink- to the other-
Time kept- Bone acquiesced- Verity-
Old blue would tell you that he only remembers contrition- While humming the Gardenia Waltz.