Poems, stories, and images by Daniel Allred.
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
And the Goddess of empty pleasures
gave unto me a pack of endless cigarettes.
And I watched with amazement as she poured two holy liquids together and called it, “wineka.”
And I drank this wineka with a zealous haste until my heart fluttered with warmth
and my eyes grew glazed and lazy and wondering
like the cherry scented thoughts that were so soon lost to me.
3/04/2014 11:23:00 PM
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