Writing

Self Portrait

I’m more rat than hamster

all disease, no gym card

cigarettes for a blow hard

A bit of shade in the eyes

I’m full slack none dancer

White knees, wobbly hips

Bad hearing, busted lips

Skipping out on lullaby’s

I’m a voodoo vibe decanter

mostly-truth, half vacant

Chatterbox and a blanket
still catching butterflies