The Lowest At High Tide

heavy legs cannot tell a lie yellow spots with wings reveal the most truth visions of black has a punch that can knock you back into reality when the hand is in a toilet stool full of soggy wet used toilet paper, rock bottom feels like pebbles with incurable toothaches icicles on eyelashes are the most accurate meteorologists sweat stained shredded pillows are the pillars of an insomniac community red devil moons seduce like temptation on angel dust when a toboggan is over the feet as a wool blanket podiatrist, rock bottom feels like endlessness stopping for lunch but still in motion heavyweight windstorm powerwalks expose stubborn tears picnic table graffiti nothingness removes the veil spinning clock lifestyle shows an age rapidly receding when the triple layers plastic bag is at its full capacity, rock bottom feels like exactly what it is....rock bottom....