off to the races & back in my rightful place

exciting exit stage front door:
past tumbleweed winks,

through the dilapidated gate
and over yonder toward train.

and i got family, blood, 

binging and winning on the brain.

won't consider how it stunts me,
how the endorphins hunt me
down for heavenly menial release.

what i mean is, life can be groovy.
when i don't think of it like a movie.

when i draw closer to the gravy. 

swatting bees from the honey.