Roughshod Poem by Phillip Erb

Roughshod



Seventy-two hours
I've been chewing my teeth
Plugging my face with the demon
I’ve been stabbing fingers
Down my throat to purge
Since I was a child
Wild-eyed and high chasing
Dreams on sleepless nights
The child bound captive
In the devil’s belly
Keeps the company of a stranger
A man he knows so damn well,
Though he doesn’t know the name.

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