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Blocking On Words

A tongue-in-cheek description of a common malady

Wednesdays it’s raining solidly, the sky is dour and gray,
About the place that makes me so miserable, yet still I stay.

Wilted spaces of my memories, which remained fettered, and then just one day, those memories began to screech through my temples.

Bloodworms, scotch, banana bread, and histories with Khartoum whores I wish were still alive and fat and vivid as anthracite in moonlight.