Draw another, holy spigot jockey, and another
Then some more
Color the space
In my twelve-ounce mug
Splash a blessed solution on my tattered
Soul and thru the
Myriad tributaries of my
Sense-bound being, to my source (not really heart-shaped)
Cheaply clad for all.
At church they damn my
Life, pray for death,
Forever. Amen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I remain sober and on my knees after this one......