no gods no masters (Remove filter)
BBQ vodka (04/29/2020)
cues caught in smoke
swallowed iron, made malleable
by the heavy forkes tongues
of embellished pleasantries.
in the coals, we pray
to find our best selves
And thru temperance
make them better.
ride, pale horses, ride
ride wretched and clean
vein-sewn with pride :
a vanity too large
to seek the the small and deep fissures
wherein lies the livelihood of
us: sooten worsh...
Wednesday 29th April 2020 4:53 pm
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