Non-Erotic Poetry43 Hours straightabandoned
half bottle of
coke,
scraps of wrappers
scattered about,
sleep drought
pickling the brain in
brine,
thinking salty thoughts
in wounded skin
the screws they used
to fasten me together
hell for leather tight
popped right out
the other side,
scattering a smattering
of small debris
in what was left of my
mind
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