~Day 991~Black Bible~


~motel neon lights~vacancy~Gideon~she laughs~takes a long draw on her man’s brownbag wine~that guy in the liquor store~he didn’t die so good~the memory turns her on~make love to me~on this pile of one dollar bills~this little light o’ mine~
~1000 Days~
~Day 991~
~Black Bible~

~fourteen degrees left of right~
~when the moon howls his name~
~caught in horizontal union~
~with creatures better than himself~
~he laughs himself to sleep~
~wakes up in a fit of tears~
~damns the night to find him~
~sits up & lights a cigarette~
~is shocked when the zippo glare~
~reveals a creature lying on the bed~
~he draws deeply on the smoke~
~confirms her presence in its cherry light~
~the preacher woman, real~
~ah damn, he presses the lighted cigarette~
~into the flesh of his forehead~
~searing pain registers & he knows~
~it’s real as luck would have it~
~no escape through the death dream~

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