pour down the poison

by D.S Jones

The editors can wait

The women can wait

The world can wait

Fury took a good punch in the twelfth round only to 

Get a draw

The blood can wait

The sheets can wait

The heart can wait

The passion can wait

The blood can wait

Nothing in a spinning room 

Feels real except for more death

More heartache 

All that matters now is the dying

One gulp at a time

Swallowing the poison

Like a thousand 

Porcelain drains

Poems by D.S. Jones are available to read in Painting Lines On The Highway To Hell. Available now exclusively for Kindle. 

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