Part Truth. Part Fiction.

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Monday, August 9, 2010

Tequila & Poetry Breakfast

Stale cigarette pencil
Lead scratching
Complementary but divided
Blank paper wedge
Adjacent to the cracked salt shaker
Staring down the pepper grinder
Wanting a firm twist
Grains pouring, falling
Tantalizing that space on the tongue
Reserved for salt
Freshly whetted
Shivering for consumption
Tasting the nourishing
Burn in the throat
Tempered

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