the curse of bourbon street
the rites of animosity
the day breaks and draws out the poison
i walk into another room
take shots at the sink below me
and find my body still healthy
not even a tummy ache or a hangover needing of a cure
no nightmares of operating tables
no lost feeling of falling into an abyss
just a really peaceful uninterrupted night
like resurrection this morning
it has taken 53 blue, white and brown
to kill the mocking bird
to rest and recede an eternity in 8 hours.
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