Altitude Adjustment

The stunning blunder that is Bouldertown
sketched upon weary eyes
no doubt because I have so diligently applied myself to lostitude
The Big Combo
w/a comb-over
as then becomes now like later
all uneven
sleep akimbo
inside the silver torpedo
locked, loaded, damned
& worried that someone may have misunderstood
the hand-drawn neolithic poster child despair
I left in tribute to a stoic disregard
that rhymes w/sullen affairs of the heart & the hand
forgiven for the price of a beer