Random thoughts 5

Petrified wooden deadpan stare
I am alone in a yacht void for the
Gulf coast quarters
Look And see the evil of humanity
Eating a bowl of pomegranates
Laced with capital pheromones

Gussy luck hurts the rendered bits
Shuffles cards in a dim store chair
Polite fancy is no replacement for cool

Freewheeling the dials are dead
Yacht is dead an water is deaf
Only the lapping of hell hounds now
And the whirlpool gapes open for my polite corpse and the evening waste