Smoked Another False Positive Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

I stepped into dark, found the steering
wheel, then flooded the gas, throw my
money on the counter, picked up my
wine, read the newspaper, then went
into a room to cut my wrist, but the
blade was plastic, so i sat down and
smoked another false positive.
I stepped into dark, found my paint by
numbers, erased all the imfo, then got
up, and tried my plastic blade, only this
time i was afraid, so i smoked another
false positive.