In Limbo, tonight
colder than the devil’s harp
slick by the rain-licked asphalt
sipping an elixir of Gentleman Jack
with a forgotten cigarette, smoking
discarding its ego of burning ashes
of memories beneath my designer shoes
on a cold broken sidewalk
watching the stain wash away
as the scent begins to fade
even for an immortal poet
just south of Tuscaloosa
with the quill of my chaos
grasping sins of my shenanigans
in Limbo, tonight







