Licking the Conception of My Sky
"LICKING THE CONCEPTION OF
MY SKY"
the Pacifico cans
have gone silent,
the echoes
of my life drown
inside the darkness
of that hole-
a hole many a men
know all too well.
as the filters taste
my lips and the
side swipe of the
gods slam me like
a royal flush on
the table,
the air in my lungs
continues to fight
like a brand new
box of cigarettes.
By: Chicano Eddie
1-8-2017
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