Poetic License

My poetic license became revoked on Doomsday An afternoon or dawn if I remember in December The government won't help the situation much They expired two days before the end came about On marble floors and flat tires on the roads While opioids spilled out on country highways Remapped exactly as large trucks might have done Some one stole my pen on that dead end Dragons know what I'm going through Claws and fire inside the magic ride contracted Law enforcement have no clue about this or that No authority in such matters of abstractions I can still scratch out a ballad with a toe nail bite On sand which does not taste the same when diced As sane as that might sound Police still track me down Since beaches are now out of bounds abandoned Banished to the zero zone Once upon a time my poetry flowed out exactly In the cosmic mirrored over loaded distant mist Without a license to fall back on The sky is deliberately black Painted dirigibles drift empty on the void Each one as large as life with no way back Captured holes fold into one another exploded Paper sleeps between the sheets illegal One can only imagine the consequences When words go on without a poem Go on vacation without an owner Without a word