License

[Bunx]

License 

Six months go by
he's finally able to drive.
After the crash last summer 
hopes burned and cashed.

Past put cuts on finger tips
changing his uniqueness.
His future draining
with each drop of blood.

Will this bleeding stop
He thought burning plastic
into his open wound.
Soon the dripping ceased.

Stable for eleven years,
that life seems a fable.
Success from madness
mad men never stay able.

There is no magic when
a mustang is shot.
Nothing magical about chaos,
there is just a cost, loss.

I lost he thought in bed.
After driving home 
from a friends.
For the first time in six months.