Second place.
First best.
Stale whiskey on an empty suitcase.
Hardpacked, agonized scramble in my pocket.
Couldn't tell you the truth.
The facts.
Is.
I'm no good.
Not without a half empty cup
or a bottle of pills to prop me.
Can't feel the impulse
the flavor
the syntax
of.
You.
Me.
Think its a good idea?