Donnerstag, 12. November 2015

Poem of the Day


the 3rd shot

stopped the twitch
in julene’s left
cheek but she wanted
to be sure it had
gone away so she
borrowed lefty’s
red man packed a
big one next
to her teeth &
held it there
for as long as she
cd but when the
tobacco juice
leaked down
her throat
she let go
brown gobs
of it all over
the bottle but
that was ok the
whiskey inside
still tasted good

 - Death Rides The Blood, Todd Moore

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