Meander.

How great those late eighties albums
That shored me up through
Innumerable break downs;
Screaming from a beaten
Cassette player and escaping
Through permanently wound down windows
In the middle of winter.
Driven to distract me from whatever
Reality assailed, and allowing a
Cigarette crook’d elbow to rest
The weight of such burdens that kept
Me awake with all my tangents showing.