Handcrafted,
charbroiled barrels
carry my poison
hundreds of miles
fuck the flask,
I want that oak
I want my soul
aged & soaked
sandblasted,
my thoughts are abrasive
I’m burning away
my grievances
one drop at a time
so if you need me,
pull up a splintered
barstool and
join me in distilling
my combustible self
(Co-written with Christopher Rupley. Check out more of his work here.)
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