Boston Keep My Bones

Short

New England weather
breeds thick skin
and broken livers.

Haunted by the spirits
of folks who drank
too many damn spirits.

I can hear them here and there
humming hypnagogic hymns that
love to feed on my fickle fear.

Someday, I suppose I’ll enlist
with a half froze body
and a fifth in each fist.

But winter’s nearly over
and my liver’s still all here,
s’pose I can make it one more year.

Reviews

[Dr. Wood ?]

pretty damn good......just the right length...quite a punch