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THE END OF EVERYTHING
(for Tara)
In my dream
it's the end of the world
& we're drunk
grinning at the apocalypse.
Time has stopped ticking,
the righteous
self-righteously
swept away.
With a last beer to share
we offer our eyes
to the mercy
of imploding suns.
And as we pass into
the end of everything,
I'm grateful
for your small
rough hand.
PERCOCET
Weaving through dream fog
Mother's pills & Rolling Rock
Tomorrow on a broken wing
If tomorrow shows.
AS DRUNK AS RON
I am as drunk
as Ron
but he
can piss further.
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