Sunday, January 31, 2016

The Sot

As the sun d
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to the downtown tavern goes he,  
a doomed Grecian demigod,
to roll a boulder uphill 
to see it d
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                    n the hill 
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There he sipping sits 
Some blood-red juice infernal, 

Second by second
Aging and blanching.

In the smog of cigarette smoke and vapor 
shadows he watches move;
 
 Lost souls on the shores of Styx. 

What stirs in the dark of his heart 
as he watches the stirring  shades? 

A love lost, 
a hopeless hope, 
or a dream long dead? 

As he s
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                      into the Stygian depths 
                      of sinful sea 
                      Even the demons pity him

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