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Wearing The Dark

Wearing the dark like a stocking of night tasting the broth
in shadows of my hungering pen. Sloughing my aged skin
with dermatological reflux. Stuck in the bowery drinking
watered-down gin.

Gone are the fairies of my dreams as I gave myself to the
piccolos. Each a melody as I listen to the wind instruments
sing. From the voice of Bocephus, "Whiskey Bent and Hell
Bound." Carrying my soul to jubilee.
adagio
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