sing new songs
brilliance
hurts my eyes
the sun
a
diamond
coming
up
my hands
in the dirt
run on
sentence
she
left again
after the
beer was gone
her brain stale
imaginings
caffeine soaks in
making
everything
worse
I can already see the everything bagel
in her hand
staring
first
she then puts it down
closes her eyes
for a second
exhales
doesn’t know
I'm cracking open a beer
double shot
of Jameson
exhale of smoke
another line
another mirror
left the rest
a lifetime ago
the room
still holds
onto
her
presence
leaving little
time
to
miss her
departure
into flames
I'm still
here
in the
void
she left
behind
The Wolfman Kevin Martin is a photographer and poet from North Carolina now residing in Pittsburgh, PA. Contributing images and poetry to: The Arrival Magazine, The Rye Whiskey Review, The Dope Fiend Daily, Under The Bleachers, Cajun Mutt Press, Alien Buddha Press and The Pangolin Review. The Wolf's first poetry collection "My Head Fits Through Your Noose, Let Me Swing Awhile? is published through Alien Buddha Press and was released in January 2019.
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