Monster Minded Poem by Brooks Haxton

Monster Minded



The wine of astonishment
is house wine at my house.
The whiskey of it is a sauce
we savor. The cocaine
of thy judgment also
is rock crystal, blow
to blow the mitral valve.
Truly is the heroin
of thine excellency said
to be deep brown, shit
pure enough to stop the heart.

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Brooks Haxton

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Greenville / Mississippi
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