Leaves Black Poem by JUSTIN W Price

Leaves Black



Leaves black
brown cured
with rum
whiskey vanilla,
crushed.

Pinched between
thumb, forefinger.
Shove into
wooden bowl
pack tightly.

Inhale,
watch
as they take fire.

Inhale sweet
danger
into mouth.

Exhale.

Nerves calm.

Inhale.

Clear head.

Taste lingers,
slightly bitter
mostly sweet,
hinted death.

Smell.

Live.

Lie back.

Exhale.

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JUSTIN W Price

JUSTIN W Price

Portland, Oregon
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