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May 1, 2018

I.
On one of those
dreary Autumn days,
rain collects in the asphalt.
 
These canals will soon freeze
split the ground beneath my feet
drop me into
 
nippy Hell.
I will meet Azazel–
he will be one of those
 
armadillo bugs.
He’ll uncoil and devour
me. I’ll become
 
food...

March 5, 2018

I. Whiskey Ship

There is a frozen piss stain in the snow
Beneath his hips and betwixt his haunches.
Just a bum, who succumbed to the butt
Of some cosmic joke.

His fifth of bourbon beats in his fist as his
Handle of crimson life juice shatters
Against the pavement of his...

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