String of Lights

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Night dark… wine dark…
negligent breeze billowing uptown
atonal hymns swim
in the dimly lit square
“caring is killing”
and other such bilge spilling
this way                that way

I button my coat my trap
my happening mask
evident only eventually

preventative medicine aka Dutch Treat
lingers as a sweet smelling haze
a vapor to savor
the flavor of fir trees
is what’s on my tongue

and what’s on my brain
is a sugarcane crook.

-r. miller

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