Greyhound

Eyebrows drawn on by pencils

A cert chases her menthol

I bet she melts like a candle when

She's caught out in the rain



Damaged capillaries

Caused by to many greyhounds

His porus grapefruit-like skin

Sure holds a permanent glow



On the rocks or just straight up this bartender here

he's got a heart of gold

A thick dust layer on the bell announces a place where heroes seldom show



Stetson tongue sucks his bridge work

Between goldfishing his highball

He slowly descends upon sea legs

I guess it's time to go