gambling for my life,

shuckin

all these years,

dealin for the next deal to come round

but then miss mystery

sweetly served me my very first drug,

and promptly split

taking off with my mirrors,

house keys and cigarettes

I tried to reach her,

this one who sleeps with the stars,

and I winged it,

like a bird who nests in many trees

so now it's time to get to know her,

maybe move into her house,

maybe set fire to her backporch,

maybe get bounced without my boots on

1981

Paterson