[dead man]

left to my devices. my debacle, debauchery
staring at the ground. what did you want from me? honestly
i found myself on Webster walking past the ravine
threw a pebble in the stream. plus a penny for your dreams
Egyptian cotton candy near the juniper trees
brassy fountainhead gleam. tar-stained glass mezzanine
translucent as cream, milky cheekbone skeletal snap
caged like a rat. another specimen you happened to trap
dusty crack the whip on wormwood if they've got it on tap
i'm the genuine draft. riding high life towards eventual collapse
suffer like succotash. puff tobacco winds the color of ash
hangnail bleed the draining sinkhole that we started from scratch
artistry lacking but all creators the same
cemetery weathervane exhaling life into a dead man's grave

thanks