a throat with a heart in it stuck in traffic a ticket and a mind to fly an alarm clock still drunk and high sanity painting her mask on all the way across town a compact frown projected on her retina upside down you're an avalanche of detour signs falling off a truck swooning like a boxer that is too dizzy to duck your decisions turn around and make you back and then you're stuck and then good luck good luck a lock with a key in it that ain't turning smoke filling up behind door a fire with a purpose being ignored a body slipping into disease quietly making that choice while the joy drains out of a voice you're an avalanche of detour signs falling off a truck swooning like a boxer that is too dizzy to duck your decisions turn around and make you back and then you're stuck and then good luck good luck