Corner-Paint Poem

Pour another beer for my dear

I need one so bad tonight; I

Can still taste the last one I

Had; stomach packed in heat

 

She paints the walls of my room;

I write violent words with fingers

In the paint, pant loudly, write

Poems down with red, in corners.

 

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