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Blood Red Royal
Poem by j. fisher
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Blood Red Royal
Poem by j. fisher

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Blood Red Royal

by j. fisher

I drove that borrowed ride
thru the drunken nite
like I owned the whole show.
I was desperate.
for the first time
in forever
I had somewhere I needed to be
more than id ever needed to be
anywhere.
10 hours of rock work
in the hot sun
and a half sack
couldn’t shake the scent
Of her
off my aching flesh.
I blew out the plume
and filled the enormous cab
with thick smoke. I could barely
see the light go green just
as I rammed clear thru.
If she needed me
half as bad
as I her
nothing so trivial
as moving violations
could hold me back…


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