the weary dismals i have

were triggered by an
impulse of hope     clear as
vodka       i putzed around
    the flag    abysmal landscape
& no one took card     stand
over man was     dicked in the
nob     job spill from saddle
full to cartload       our intentional non-
     descript synth-pop bombed in
abysmal landscape &     i haven’t been
back since nellie’s accident         phantom
    bid     attack bard    soaking
bait     too much mazzard     got unhorsed
nonlinear     over lung butter      & so
    the brave troops of restricted     grey palette
tilt buckled their
way through technicolor
overhang     back to equilibrium       win
    ugly pull the pin