Dazed by the sun
warming my back
I shoot blanks
toward cloud nine.
'Fascination' melody in the background …
Or is it some other tintinnabulation that
flutters my spine.
Sparks fly about
Or is it about my fly!
Hazed by Vodka
My aim is shaky,
But I score
3 bulls eye
Versus
3 blanks.
Do I win or is it a draw?
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