The wildest hammer and nail,
It’s crazy and a bit overwhelming, I accept, its blood stuff (experimental);
For the most part, I hold you bright but you're pretty insignificant;
Mixed in a blender of whiskey, sick weeping ice;
An unnecessarily, difficult poem chases the liquor to the end of my closing lines;
I’m sure your surrounded by your Casablanca;
Something different. I choose to forget it.
