Gin on a Monday Night

Gin on a Monday Night

 

 

 

 

 

Coming out the chimney as black ash is soot,
blackened my face up and down to my foot,
down to my feet where I pray for release,
the sound of my screams
are my silent serene

The Devil is back and he has demands,
the guile of a woman with the hunger of man,
the mountaintop of penury,
paying to be damned

Smashmouth fist and teeth reworking,
faster and faster until the blood is purpling,
and now the flood is all inside me,
how to pray when God died, splattered on the highway?

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