Whisky business

Whisky business

SOME whisky business

slowed our trek

it slowed the way we

share our throes.

We ran our road

we had our wreck

we have still more

and on it goes.

I cannot say I

miss our start

or missed a chance

to spin the wheel.

Our broken thoughts

our secret art

is all that works

and all I feel.

You’re careless now and

I’m without blame

while whatever was

goes behind the wall.

Whatever is next

has its own shrill shame

and what we were

may survive our fall.

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