looking for the win win in all this wishful drinking got me thinking that i ought to pray in wordless groans and be fed ambrosia by the doves but theyd hold me to what i said once years or hours ago i cant be trusted only thrown i keep spinning my wheels maybe nothings gonna change i keep dreaming about the sheriff s kid who i used to chew skoal with he was cruel to the other kids just for fun i always sought them out later on but i never had the stones to tell him off he died alone years ago on a golf course with a gun and im here spinning my wheels maybe nothings gonna change time was i could stand up straight but i lost my balance with the ballast weight cast over the gunwales overboard i got nothing left to push up against but this imaginary resonance staring at a spot on the opposite shore and despite our sins we would not sink we were buoyed by some brackish grace our mouths like an ocean drink we salt shone in the sun and the grackles learned the car alarms keeping all the neighbors warned and lovers armed i do believe were going down