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Jack Daniels carried me home
single barrel whiskey shot
revive me from this gunshot wound
or let me lie on this broken yellow center line
worn concrete catches my thoughts as they crash
swerving cars with no drivers
but lovers
fucking
in the warm backseat
revive me from this gunshot wound
or let me lie on this broken yellow center line
worn concrete catches my thoughts as they crash
swerving cars with no drivers
but lovers
fucking
in the warm backseat
Published 4th Mar 2018
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5th Mar 2018 1:31pm
Like the crispness of this one. It also has such too the point, poetic vernacular in it ... if that even makes sense. Devoid of flowery language it has a raw beauty all its own ... at first I hear it ... then I rehear it and delight in its poetics. Bravo my dear samael ... bravo
