I try not to smoke       I’m not in love with smoking
But a good cigar with some bourbon
Can take care of all the discussion
And make you dream a silver tree

I pulled a name out of my beard
That didn’t go to anything of mine
It must have gone to something that belonged
To Billy the Kid

But being awake is not being alive
And being married is not being broken
There’s no such thing as poetry
Not even when thongs

Are given up

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Contents | Mudlark No. 49 (2013)