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Wanting colt 45
At the bottom
Of this glass.
Eddying miasma
No slurring.
Magnum
Over-pronunciation like
A dot Indian pop
Song
Dull nails, matte
Uneven and wrapped
About this.
Disappointment, cloying
Thick in phlegm for
The back of the throat.
What once had
Clout now just
A clot.
Scabrous and unhealed,
Bitterly gamey.
A Stetson, raw leather
Out of date but
Never out of style.
Shiv, handmade
Honed down fine
As a throwing knife.
Between the ribs and
No slurring.
A cough, choking
On this permanent
Stain on life.
Glass tipped, it’s
Empty and
So am I.
- by xanthofile |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/16/2010 |
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- Title: Colt 45
- Artist: xanthofile
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Description:
Wanting colt 45
At the bottom
Of this glass.
Eddying miasma
No slurring.
Magnum
Over-pronunciation like
A dot Indian pop
Song
Dull nails, matte
Uneven and wrapped
About this. - Date: 01/16/2010
- Tags: colt45 xanthofile poetry
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