Whisky @ 7 PM
Violent radiance stabs the gray sky.
chalice shivers almost to verge of
fall weighed by odds against sanity
chalice shivers almost to verge of
fall weighed by odds against sanity
Thunderbolts have always frightened
me. spent all boyhood behind mother's
sleeves, dodged friends during puberty
youth taught insouciance. I brushed eerie
flashes under carpet as you ignore certain
charming lady who has left for someone
smarter, gentler! Crystal droplets emerge
on pane -- golden elixir gyrates in turbulent
vortex, faintly requests solace from tumbler
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