he was
a self propelled grenade
of human instability
and insular anxiety
launched
in a headlong collision
with whatever
brick wall of doubt
was erected
along the narrow
arterial asphalt lane
lined with dreamshards
and razorwire of hope
airbags disengaged
seatbelts cut
impact imminent
a lackadaisical grin
as the last cigarette
sits between
clenched teeth
he aims
towards the center
hoping to spit
in the bullseye
of future neglect
with a fuck off wink
to the audience
just off camera