A Derelict’s Addiction


It’s like we were all one big car load of mistakes.

Driving on the fumes of forgotten familiar musk.

A smudge, per say, half lit with good intentions.

Blind, drunk and happy,

misleading others to the river of uninterrupted daydreams.

Wonderful misfits of bad habits,

living in a world of…

nothing is what it seems.



In times of self-pity,

I pull the roads of happy, dusty, destiny…

up next to me.

In my own antiquated way,

I am a beat up Volvo on display.

Not looking for trouble…

but knowing it will come my way.



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