Patriots Win. I'm Still Full of Shit But It's OK



I was loitering

in the airport bar,

running away,

hidden in plain view



skein of failure.

your black hair,

aquiline hands

and teeth -



narcotic suspicion

givies rise to impossibly

solitary

blood



but I never

forgot your prayer

Kid Solitaire

Kid Solitaire



you can be a lady

and still be my man

with your crazy kid sister look,

blackout times and



innacurate eyes

running away,

you're hidden in plain view:

12 years running



from their bullshit

fallacies

Kid Solitaire

Jane Solitaire



I was at the airport bar.

You slid me the bottle

and said:

Pour