Roller Coaster
I need some light
black map moving filthy
old bricks in my foundation
dynamite clawed chunks off of me
gold and paper
cloudy vodka
pieces and firepower
I earn my heartbeat
give me credit
I’m still standing
under this pouring blizzard
my head up
tough backbone
cold feet
sometimes when I look around
I see tons of bright
other nights are the gutter
gray ground no telescope
try again again
a little warm goes a long way