Painted Poetic Hours

Painted Poetic Hours
by Ryan Buynak
my left hand smells of gasoline.
my two front teeth are loose.
my right eye twitches.
bought eggs and coffee with nickels.
bought drugs with a credit card.
happy, mellow, face music.
take a picture of the morning with my cellphone.
send a letter to the woman I love.
it says ‘Baby, I am sorry.’
call my sister, she doesn’t pick up.
CD player, The Weakerthans.
coloring in coloring books.
drunk at work.
see death always then.
ascending like lime tree truths.

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