Walking Blindly

Walking the pool cue plank over the sea
Over the endless sea of booze
His wallet ablaze, in which lies impassive activity
To win is to win, and to win is to lose

A close of the eyes, and still able to see
The drop is underestimated, and he falls once finally poked
Poked not by a cutlass, but by the branch of a rainforest tree
The liquor becomes blood, but he's not yet soaked

He awakes, but he's moving blindly
Closing razor blade eyelids sliced the human cash cow's false, three eyeballs
He has new, cleaner vision, as he unlocks the bedroom door with redemption as his key
He sees his motive, the youth speed through the protective halls