Up way too high with my feet 2 inches off the ground.
Left of the sun where my arms flew with all that wingspan.
All of my emotions that never dies,
All of nose leaks all its lubricant.
However my life was,
Only a memory of my own that year
I left you at ’87,
I will stay here where 2018
I am here,
I am not queer,
And i don’t drink any beer,
Only a hard long cold iced coffee,
That do keep me on my edge.