God will tax the refrigerator
unable to do some favors
simply relaxed in some caustic soup bowl
i'm blind enough to drink your true coal.
old enough to think the true form
blind enough to the brink of noose torn.
i can hardly wait
soul can hardly taste.
Submitted February 26, 2015 at 09:41AM by fromthetopoftheocean http://ift.tt/1LG6R6I drunkpoetryslam
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