11.

poe slept last here

11.

 

Poe slept last here an

8 minute

and 19 second journey for us into the rotting gun-

metal

sun the ever-ring alarm

clock of our gutter so dark it pulls

the shadows from our eyes the chatter

of teeth on the concrete blood chap

lips the bluing of the barrel glint of the revolver of the sky

peeling

on this world’s rim

where I lie to say something that matters.

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