The Gull That Pushes North
What is this drug
That beats upon me with
Winged feet and heated hands?
What is it?
Is it the wine?
Is it the gull that pushes north?
Is it the tickling at my spine?
It doesn't stop.
Not even when I'm full.
It keeps it open and raw,
Still pushing
For another days distraction.
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