Peeling down the walls, climbing our way into the sewer
Plastic manure, a harvest of good intentions unspooled
Eyes glassy, mouth drool, haldol pools in black cavity tooth
Ruthless at root, pulled up like catclaw in Skull Valley
Another faulty thought process, burnt, drifting through days
Looking back on the ways I dirtied my soul, soil in flower pots
The river is running high, it will be dark soon
I wonder in which room of what ward I'll die in
Medication vacation, turn it all off, lights out
Something in your hand, cold and turning, screaming silently
Something in the way the birds are flying, falling
Flip open another pack of careless filters
Exhale another hour
Time passes like rain showers on mountain peaks
Crashing through the Aspen
Chasing cutthroat trout