I’m breathing, look at newly carved me–
Aided by coffee, old
Shows and empty wine glass sights.
I’ll fill them tonight.

I walked out of the
Basilica. The smoke had my lungs
Under double duress.

The cars’ growls, buzzing
By. Such a rush to be back
In a grip. While
They sit.
How would that feel?
I hope the dirt finds me
Before I know.

A couple more gallons, then I’m full–
Narration opiate.

Concrete in old tune,
Healing what heard, changing the
Only direction I’ve
Subscribed to.
Righted, but a fall–
Call another extension

Beat.. Recite to a trail
That hasn’t been walked in some time

My time, exhausted, excited to
Finally be lost.