Ablutions and Sacrifice

Beer is not enough
to sate the gods
of tension tonight;
so, he pours another
bourbon and retreats
into himself, to wander
within his broken
thoughts like crows
picking bits of flesh
which cling between
the coastal rocks.
(May 18, 2013)

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