A Poem: When The Minutes Drag

My glib references fall on deaf eyes 

Beef jerky and testosterone won't save me.

When that <damn> spot reveals weaknesses

So, I soldier on

Comrades in arms

Godforsaken trenches

A tattoo to remind me:

Oblivion. Myth. 

That taste.  That smell. That sweet debauchery.

I hope you'll join me behind the curtain

Ive been told I'm a grey-eyed apt pupil.

Why not drive that haunted car

Beyond teenage heaven?