brian

i slide
my trombone,
to my
midnight twin,
psychedelic rags,
with
upside down
eyes.
we’re
reminiscing
rats,
faggots
of the hour.
i will
dance
some,
a liberal
slow
waltz.
our escape
is planned,
to foreign
land,
blinking blue,
with
galvanized,
screws.
pull
the shade
that steals,
the light.
i will sing
verse,
a rhapsody
of drink.
pack my
ruger mini,
my dirty
right hand,
sanitize
the rye.
divide
the river,
my human
heart
skips free.

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