poem~Rush

Rush

You are
gas station coffee
cheap bitter
a little shocking
but I don’t judge you
because I
write better
when I have
half a bottle of
wild turkey in
my belly
fresh weed in
my pipe
and when
feeling appropriately 
guilty I try
sipping you
but end up
drowning myself instead
your being is
brave dark anticipation
my self is
open wanting addicted.

 

Nikki Lockhart

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