Paying Attention To A Can Of You Poem by Cigar Aficionado

Wandering automation human plain
unclear
clean an ear a q tip punctured mind
yes you flow away no wax to tax.
Drained unused years flow to mouth
lipped lid
what do those eyes see do they see
past you? ...can they see the cool top
of coor country? we all fall off..beating.
Who pays attention to the empty truck
it only holds a mirrored married slave
that once was you.
Tuitions due they knew you owed it to
the Sam in blue you never see did we.
Here comes the runaway car on time to take our lives
attentions span
a final can from you to see us through the cool crisp day.