Have you ever 
been flying free
wheels spinning
streamers wagging

come to a sudden 
to skid,
concrete skinning your face?

Deceit, it burns so
and you are 
willowy paper,
crumpled receipt, 
spent ash. 

Find solace in
Blackberry bourbon
stolen last year
from his Rendezvous ride
found recently amoung
sketchbooks, journals.

These words, 
his mistress, 
double-dealing drunks,
couple cohabitating.

Don’t take it with you
get back on
toss it from the bars
pitch crookery into the dusk.