String of Lights

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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