Sprung training

Grand Floridian pre season ball
I am with an amputated leg in the hall
My brittle wifi fingers explore your stall
lizards darting stopping wet from the walls

The VA spilleth over old warship bones
No hospital beds
No PTSD meds
I’ve made everyplace my home
So much so now I’m all alone

As you push me away
my tongue dives deeper more
The manatees in the sway
We were younger before

A nice family you’ve made
Oh wait shit that’s mine
A fool I’ve chosen travel
The old state of sunshine

Only with wires fondled,
humid climax
I packed the pill bottle,
stupid attacks
I’ve hacked the throttle,
Cupid is back
Put it….
Put us here the weather is fine
And the old soldiers well, they won’t pay no mind
To them it’s just noises
Remembered places, different times
Arch your back
While I’m still on the line

An internet connection
Service set identified
If I’m cut off I’m dissected
Need your Skype though it’s died

A text from a past too drunk to respond
That buzzing from the creek
A flamingo at dawn


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