A Cue Ball Moon Poem by bradley blue jay phipps

A Cue Ball Moon



coyote howling breaths breathing easy like the gulps of a life as i turn your pommeled predilections back to black back roads where fears sit like a sunday morning after the sin of a saturday night in this our gothic western desert town under a cue ball moon

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