skunk
to submerge into an
alter-stated buzz
to numb the antennae
coated fuzz
upon senseless senses
cuzz
didn't want no
straight edges
didn't want no
pruned hedges
dotted t's
and cross-eyed
prying wedges
wobbly old poet
slurring philosophical drip
lost life slant
leaning on a former hip
whiskey bar
not too far
dare i take another sip
dare i slip farther down
this slippery slope flows
bourbon with a beer back
red nose
profusely bleeding
gutter rhymes
and tilted picture prose



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