I am warm whiskey and the widow Evelyn Miller
I am that ground shattering clack of cheap poker chips
tumbling o'er a quilted landscape of fermenting stain
I am the disintegration of what was once pure child
I am the distorted ghostly dancer pirouetting in
the periphery of curling vapor
those shaded alleys of my vision
I am the visitor crawling up the thoroughfare of your thigh
I am an invincible misunderstanding of a life well lived
I am Death's elusive signage signaling it's time to go
I am cold whiskey and Evelyn's son
by the Blackwater Bay
where the boys in swimsuits somersault under a
lazy setting summer sun
a splendid golden bath to forget everything
I hear my name in a gulls' chorus
I answer with a light kick
and a kiss
I am gone.
TA
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