Thursday 23 August 2018

Poetry in the Breath

shook souls
calloused hands sunken in the blood trails of a hundred slain chimera
heartaches healed between cigarettes and sex
lives spent in coal, tar and an inexpensive mirth of stenched liquor

and the single malignant thought of anarchy


it takes a lot many deaths and a lot more dungeons to poetry

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