An early vice

Sweaty little lush

eyes slide
side-to-side
in their pearly beds —
then a twitch, then a sigh, then a wriggle.

Now he staggers on all fours
unseeing
snatches the Black Label

until
(milk drunk)
he’s taken the best of me.


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