Tuesday, July 9, 2013

The Colt 45 Chronicle #28

As far as I know I didn't try my hand (thankfully) at much poetry. Below you'll find a poem I sent to some poor friend. Or maybe I didn't send it all, although I think I did. Probably to an ex-girlfriend. The summer of '89 I was doing a lot of drinking.

Summer 1989 
I stamp my heart out
A dish rag on fire
Gossamer and guilty.
So what?
Right.

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