Wednesday, February 1

This poem is a villanelle composed of haikus. Ain't I clever?

The Suck

Drink the bitter stuff.
Down it till you’re feeling cool,
Curl up with the suck

Rifle through the cup
Damn the dead bad drops of blues;
Drink the bitter stuff

Losing her, sho’nuff;
Your baby’s bending the truth.
Curl up with the suck

Lock the gear in stuck.
You’re gonna crash, prob’ly soon;
Drink the bitter stuff

Luck tank’s leaking luck,
Let it leak, it’s good for you.
Curl up with the suck.

Hit a patch of rough?
Only one thing gets you through:
Drink the bitter stuff,
Curl up with the suck.