Distilled (still aging)

Distilled (still aging)

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Distilled (still aging)

 

With special thanks to mezcal: I certainly didn’t find you.

 

Eight to twelve years, depending—                                                                   a hand                                                                                                       suddenly a blade                                                                                                  the heart stripped                                                                                                  every fire a thirst

In Joseph’s hell                                                                                                 Abraham’s sticks                                                                                                   three nights’ worth                                                                                             chemicals fight, sight unseen                                                                             conversion as yearning

The smoke clears                                                                                              the heart’s pain turns                                                                                           a wheel, a stone                                                                                                     a donkey playing Sisyphus                                                                                    every part (crushed)

Yeast like Rome                                                                                           blows, builds                                                                                                           nothing in a day                                                                                                   fiber-juice floating                                                                                                 history’s wooden vats

Drip by drip                                                                                                              myths and mouths wide-eyed                                                                           the heart distilled                                                                                             going down, coming up                                                                                       every magic a struggle

 

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Shock Value

Shock Value

When Anger Runs Out of Road

When Anger Runs Out of Road