Muddy Constellations

its just the way you're sewn together the way DNA twists and bends a bow legged soul going around every mud puddle encountered.. then bragging about having been there-done that while having done nothing and been nowhere wrapped tight inside a varicosed veneer cornucopia etched "untested comfort". i like to splash in mud puddles that you've avoided taste the grit of life pass a wet Mexican gold blunt round and round the devil's circle eat Percocet pie slap a muddy paw against the flanks of pristine until the night blacks out then hack down a slippery staircase knead a muddy morning constellation glaze it with cheap second hand tattoos and beer piss bake it all in an oven on pinball tilt then laugh the laugh of crows and jackals