Jack Daniels

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Jack Daniels speaks to the broken hearted girl with bright blue eyes and natural red hair—
Face as empty as an alcoholic’s shot glass.
She’s watching, waiting for the bartender to fill her glass to the brim,
Willing to pay him extra for a couple free drinks—
Not with the money she doesn’t have but with
The lips she knows how to use,
The thong she knows how to pull aside, and the


Late Night Sonnet

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Of what is nothing made but a bed of wild
And idle flowers? The fractal petal bent
Around the cusp of the crown of the god-child
Swelling its red bloom from the carcass, spent
The years in its proclamation ebbing
the tide in blackness, spewed roaring and naked
to wash ashore from stars forgotten, dwelling
in the wet sand a fortnight to awaken
as a god-child and king, long dead in great despair