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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Fuchsia-flecked, rhinestone-rimmed cowboy hat Embroidered boots to match Silver spurs—slick, sharp, shimmering Brand new, but battered beneath Travelled far, walking the jagged beat Where have I been Where am I now Have you seen my mind Floating in sugary bliss From the Journey’s Inn— A haven for friends, old and new Veterans of domestic arms races Comparing wounds from the endless chase For elusive, blood-drenched euclace Oh, the cheap whiskey Burns brighter Than dead desire Where carrion birds gather At the corpse of joy Bottoms up Chin chin Let the velvet gospel begin Mr. Depression enters A silver slash of sorrow Sick with his own lore “Fancy meeting you,” he croons—cold “Looks like you need a bitter brew to hold” Warm whiskey winds down the throat’s hallowed hall Rattling the rusted lock on memory’s mausoleum wall Have you seen me before You might recall—last week, perhaps Grumpy, frumpy, meek collapse My garden of grace paved over with grit Wilted and wasted in drought’s cruel spit Crawling through viper pits and dens of bad deeds I felt relief Quenching parched desire With earned fire in a glass Oh, the cheap whiskey Burns brighter Than dead desire Where carrion birds gather At the corpse of joy Bottoms up Chin chin Let the velvet gospel begin Two stools to sit upon Lost boy and riot girl Pink Lady, Velvet Gentleman Again and again Bottoms up Chin chin They laugh at the tribute band Silly show on a slanted stage Crooked teeth bared Yellowed with age Chipped by rage Filed by fate Two AM—wobbling down the jagged street Holding up the night’s loose end Keeping everyone awake Lonely bones vibrating With resonating lust Urban lamps flicker Like my wine-coloured iris And what are dreams When fiction splits at the seams Weaving tapestry from fragments Truth in forward motion Stitching reality together Like Casper drifting down wishing wells Pleading, plundered, pitiful Unseen by those untouched by sorrow But tonight With my fuchsia hat And bombastic laugh Overshadowing grief Once poured on tap I grab it by the gnarled neck Shake loose threads of regret Into useful shapes In bedrooms with velvet duvets Oh, the cheap whiskey Burns brighter Than dead desire We stitch our sorrow Into velvet fire Bottoms up Chin chin Let the velvet gospel begin
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