I took the 405 and drilled a stake down into your center,
and stated that it‘s never ever been better than this.
I hung my favorite shirt on the floorboard,
wrinkled up from pulling pushing tasting.
you keep twisting the truth that keeps
me thrown askew.
misguided by the 405 ‘cause it lead me to
an alcoholic summer. I missed the exit to
your parents‘ house hours ago. red wine and
the cigarettes: hide your bad habits
underneath the patio. .