Sunday, February 21, 2016

summer of poisin

staring through the racing form demanding answers...................................... while horses make circles on tv........................................................ sweat rolls down a freezer born pint glass............................................. thanking the good lord i am me......................................................... just another afternoon in the summer of poison......................................... in a cave-like tavern, on the edge of the bay.......................................... just another afternoon that i didn't get after......................................... but they tell me tomorrow's another day................................................ ........................................................................................ i woke with a headache that spoiled my breakfast........................................ and threatened my lunch just the same................................................... i reached for a cold one with malice aforethought....................................... a whiskey, 2 bloody's and champagne..................................................... this summer of poison, it follows me everywhere......................................... but in the bar room it knows i will stay................................................ as opportunity rolls by on the big train whistling...................................... but they tell me tommorow's another day.................................................

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