by J.J. Campbell
dip your fists
in my blood
and create
some new
scars on this
body
may my death
be as sweet as
the nectar on
your lips
dead flowers
and abandoned
dreams
the cold misery
of the midwest
lost souls
searching for
something other
than a needle
at night
laugh at the pain
and take another
hit
soon they'll have
to bury us on the
golf courses
imagine the surprise
when someone hits
one in a bunker
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