Poem -
I caught the final words
Free
Walking home in a shady bottle
Sunday morning is my crown
last night it was a hollow delight
alive again on the concrete conversationÂ
carrying my soul intended
flooded grinsÂ
staring within the bowls
glassy eyed the dead twitchingÂ
take a swig
sitting down on the stampeders hunting ground
the cards dealtÂ
no winners cheer
take the rest  she will appearÂ
forty years of wanderingÂ
wondering for forty years
hand held in spectre,queen,and clown
they never caught you ragged one
feasted fatherless faulted laugh
secrets knownÂ
but drank so fast
they never caught you
ragged one?
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