Treasure Island

Cretan Maineiac

(April 29,1961 / Lewiston, ME USA)

.The Big Vagabond


Draw me another, holy spigot jockey, and another,
More,
Adorn the space in

my twelve-ounce mug.
Splash a blessed solution on
my Sunday AM head, soothe the ebbing tributaries of my

my tattered
Soul, pump that
Sense-bound (not really heart-shaped)

Cheaply-clad source. I have no new suit of
clothes to boast, nor sins to boast, content to find
Sportscenter behind the bar and central heat—ahh- central heating,
flushing toilet, & a full mug.

At church they- incensed- coldly damn my
Life, pray for death, for ever &
Ever. Amen.

Submitted: Sunday, March 15, 2009
Edited: Sunday, March 15, 2009

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