wish it smells more,
of piss
or stomanch reversals-
were it,
might make my own
nervousness subside

might be all
the right angles,
all incorrect-
they divide
too easy,
hold the sleazy,
say the farm fresh fed
c-list personalities

though still,
it does sooth
the amber lit,
past success decorate,
whilst the hope
of finding new
holds out,
yet to occur