At Four In The Afternoon Poem by Charles Chaim Wax
At Four In The Afternoon
Rating: ★3.5
I poured a six pack of Rolling Rock
down the throat
with a quart of Bacardi Light
but failed to get there.
heart like a closed fist.
panic
in the burrow.
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