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Poem: "Mixtures"


I'm preying tonight it all won't fall to shambles.
   Three glasses of ice-cubes and Jack Daniels.
      Whiskey-tumbler caked with crushed-up Advils.
We passed cigarettes, then each took two Amyls.
   And swapped sweaty palm-full's of magic capsules.
      I see a Valium- three Excedrin- fuck, even NyQuills.
Chew them, and every bone in our bodies crackles.