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.

About editor, facilitator, decider

Doesn't know much about culture, but knows when it's going to hell in a handbasket.
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