Stone caster.
Knife twister.
Round tripper.
Remember me?

Dice roller.
Bridge burner.
Nail driver.
How do you do?

Hold the mustard,
mother fucker.
While you’re at it,
write a prescription
for a fractured heart.

Allez, en garde.
No holds barred.
Disregard
all the good times.

What is worse?
Sniper’s perch,
firing squad, or
inside job?

Hold the mustard,
mother fucker.
While you’re at it,
write a prescription
for a fractured heart.

Then again,
drugs won’t help none.
Then again, again,
maybe they’d help some.
I’ll have just a little.
I’ll have just a little.

Edge fading
like a sunset
for now.

Edge fading
like a sunset
for now.

(2/9 & 2/13/20, Gregory Street & Village Bar, Madison, Wisconsin)