One night in a bar named Fallout.

at the end of a long ride

         sitting around the bars 
                  inside I can see 

               no jobs
 the sickness.

      the music of pulled shades

               

men ramble on 
   smashing into things;


to make you feel better about yourself 
                  he said, fuck well
 
   careful not to fall in.



he drank too much          this man who had once been young

    who’s lived 7 or 8 lives in one


            I hope to leave no trace
      perching on a stool
we decide not to remain strangers?


euphoria
    I liked what I saw     
       from the looks of things      he looked soft & ready


       relax
  if only to say
stop bending the truth