A November Tuesday Night

Morning
Rays raced through curtain slit
Light, solo strip, sprinted across your lower back
No more tears
No more tears.

Night
prior we sat barside
Starry Republicans feeding lovelost lit Bush
Moonbeam bulging cokeshot eyes
Charged, a pit bull puppy
Black and Tans faced him.

Midnight
crowd feverish, chanting
Republicans feting departed drunken pres
Four more beers
Four more beers.


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