First published in No Tribal Dance, An International Anthology
The stars have beaten
dusk out of town.
I am alone with a hot
bottle of vodka,
watching the full moon
from the cracks
of the pavement.
It looks how I feel,
chewed up,
spat out,
trampled flat
like street gum.
The stars have beaten
dusk out of town.
I am alone with a hot
bottle of vodka,
watching the full moon
from the cracks
of the pavement.
It looks how I feel,
chewed up,
spat out,
trampled flat
like street gum.
This poem features in the collection White Knuckle
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