so fucked up and overly analytical.
drinking until the brain is numb
and the words are apoplectic
on your tongue and out they come
in drivels and drags and
you can’t stop the flood from
breaching the levee. say it proud,
soldier. say your intention and
say your hail mary, because this
is a last ditch, last moment blitz
to the finish line. turn the world
on its heel, and turn your volume up.
roll down the windows and scream out
and hope someone is listening.