Pour me a fucking glass of hemlock,
So I can play piss-poor imitations of Socrates –
Or blather on like Gaiman.
Teeth showing.
Red stained.
Blood,
Or wine?
My tattoos are graffitied,
White scars:
Biking accidents,
Hard temporary life logging,
Other sins,
Suicides.
New kinds of poet.
Keep up,
Now…
Pour Me A Fucking Glass Of Hemlock.
