2021.12.19

CRH

Dec 19, 20211 min read

So rubber minded,

so blaze brained,

my cough a hack of germs

and smoke and wet

with sweet vermouth

splashing off my gullet.

The week ahead is silly.

I can go to sleep.

Beautiful dying vines

dragging down the tree

anchored to Earth

Monsters in black-and-white,

near the limits of thought,

even in my dreams,

patrolmen watch.

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