On The Run (Blues Poem #14)

Gonna roll me a reefer,

and smoke the past goodbye

 

Gonna empty that last bottle of gin,

and kick this bye and bye

 

Gonna drink that woman away, Lord,

if I have to turn to rum

 

Gonna smoke that reefer till my fingers burn

—her memory on the run

 

(Villanova University Vespers: June, 2019)

 

 

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