A Little Courage Off the Top


“In order to know virtue, we must first acquaint ourselves with vice.”
-Marquis de Sade

A Procurer faced a precursor
And declared to the wind; “Let’s go Nam!”

His rotund voice explored the complexities of Death Rattle.
A conversation served as a pinch in quantity,
A quality ignored
When a pro stuttered to a stimulated janitor.

Aesthetic relevance suspended on his tonsils
A rabble of vibrato
A language dead as a corpse
Stuck to the throat
Like a Money-Shot.

But his promises were loose change.
Found inside the sofa,
Underneath the vending machine
Where vermin scattered at the sight of fingers,
Because they knew he used his fingers
To vomit.

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