The Emotional Orphan

Kandi Kane & vodka,

Cuckoo for coca puff puffs

While watching the neighbor

Poolside after Confetti.

The one that could out drink me

And tried to kill me

Before a trip to the beach.

The one that blamed me

After we got there.

Long after Irish karaoke

And Hurricanes- hurricane.

Tangurey 714s

made an intersting breakfast

at sunset by the bay.

St. Pete couldn’t save us

Or stop the police

With me on my bike

Fleeing the scene

I’d scripted

Before I could write

Anything but Appeals

or love letters from prison.