Please, just get him home.
Walt must end what he started.
Let blue and red fade.

*

A pair of red dots
turns Elliott and Gretchen
into White trustees.

*

It’s Tuesday morning.
Lydia, my Stevia…
goodbye, fake sweetness.

*

Not for family
but for Walt himself, always.
He was good at it.

*

Walt says he wants this.
Jesse says do it yourself.
Time to walk the walk.

Saul has a bunk mate.
Jesse’s not-so-great escape.
Walt’s long, snowy road.

Unattractive greed.
Holly in the fire truck,
Jesse on a chain.

Clear is the new blue.
Walt punked with brain and barrel.
Blazing bullets fly.

Old Yeller, Belize:
Saul is full of metaphors.
Jesse smiles. Walt? Not.

A taped “confession.”
Vacuum filter for Jesse.
Walt’s frosty pistol.

Non-arrested Sky.
Walt digs to bury barrels.
Eyes closed Lydia.

Walt greets his neighbor.
Jesse flings blood from his car.
Hank and Walt, treading.

The only way to
clean the Cleaner is by way
of plot contrivance.