Bottomless vessels no matter how much
we poured down.
Ten years old.
Nothing we couldn’t do.
Walk on quicksand
and never sink.
Push it to the brink.
Bullet to the heart and
never bleed away.
Run the race of madness each and every day.
Hanging out with our new friends
Jack Jim and Brandy girl.
Bottomless vessels no matter how much
we poured down.
Late Friday nights fell on our faces but never bruise.
Saturday morning sports stars
that never seemed to lose.
Sixty years now.
Can’t get off the floor.
Eviction notice hanging on my door.
The cat steps on me and complains it’s four in the afternoon.
He’s still waiting for breakfast.
