Holding cigarettes & whiskey
Holed up in a spilt-rebuilt city
Where angels with burnt wings
Weep chained to roofless churches
And ghosts of sinners roam free
For the passed out & pissed on
Seeking fleshy sins, the cocks of boars
One more smoke, one more stroke
And the dog-faced manJust can’t drink anymore
Just can’t think anymore
He feels sick
He feels sick to his stom—
And out comes his heart
First published in Alternative Reel on February 3, 2011.
Also published at catfishgringoriver on April 15, 2011.