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Sunday Sauce: An Icy Evening


An Icy Evening

By: Michael Barone

She took me to the top of the crystal hills.

For luck, we only roll twenty-dollar bills.

It feels cold tonight.

Am I alright?

Answering a pack of Camel Lights,



Who’s calling me?”

I can’t seem to grasp reality.

The stars are moonshine.

Send me a sign with a chaser.

My life is a pencil without an eraser.

My eraser is separate.

I’m feeling too desperate.

I’ll fight to the death,

Every breath.

I’m wishing for death,

Holding my breath.

Tears roll in with the tide,

As I glide,

As I wish not to hear my own thump,

As I jump.

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