Shit head
Life in the Inferno
She has to drink
To be kind
Stinking whiskey on her breath
Stinking love, drooling affection
Pouring from the bottle she drank
I am no thing
I am nothing at all
Life in the Inferno
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This series of poems was written during a period of change in my life. They are not happy poems, but they are honest. My stories are like well-thought-out arguments, my poems like the flem that flies from between my gnashing teeth or snot from my nose as I cry in joy.