it's humid out
and all my friends are smoking
i'm thirsty
i am shaking
and my mouth is kindling
i sing a dry buzz
the gasoline is silky
down my throat
a schizophrenic blanket
and all my friends are smoking
my mouth is kindling
and i swallow the sparks
and i burn like an effigy
in the summer
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Inkmouth
Puisiin the plethora of pornography options for the modern saint [Poetry #51] [2015]