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i used as
a coaster
Poe's book
of complete
works for my

beer and as
i watched 
it sweat 
on this 
day

a particularly
humid can't
get used
to it day
i may

have
stated
that i had
contemplated
being buried alive

coughing
but not even
in a coffin but
in floor boards or
in mortared walls all

be it still sealed
in breathlessly
taking away
my living
all gasp

forgiving
as if bitten
by an asp that
slowly emotionally
takes me to the river

but delivered with
empty pockets
my shoes and
socks off 
but not 

a dime

so casts off
the ferryman
throwing sticks
telling perhaps if
he can come back

to see if
money i have
in hand to take
me to that promised
land but never can i to get

for i'm just 
a poe boy 
from a 
poe 

family
momma
mia momma
mia let me go

musei do not know?

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