Backward Drawkcab

My mind is infrequent Not eloquent... I guess. Your mind is a bottle Amused at the thrill of what? Smoke clouds unused.. Problems askewed. Deep wrenching can't stand me's And nothing to lose. It's fire? It's yours? I try to unbox? I'm amused In a sense of collapse. You're standing with a new shot. It's a bone... Severed. Unusually brittle. A stone skipped on water. Exciting, but belittled Ready, 3...2..1 A secret.. treasured.