Long Painting - 50 Foot Wave

Long painting

The air plays along with my chemicals

Drained again

But I don’t feel so sorry

And I don’t feel so bad

Paralyzed by inaction

In a floodlit parking garage

When my mind’s as fluid as my body

I finally shut up

I’m sorry to say I was in love

Static played through my middle

Seared my gut

News is bad news

I look to my beer for solace

Drained again