Sunday, October 6, 2013

Habakkuk



Habakkuk

Dark room, musky padded chair, and flashlight:
a geezer's moan-thirst for even foul company.
Oh... you are at the shallow end of vision,
an evening growl-'n-bark... a three-mile jog
through apple-skin ghosts, belt of Gaelic whiskey.

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