dago red…

looking at this glass of dago red…

it has served me well…

through loves loved…claims of love…never was there love…

into nights of Ginsberg…Kerouac…Miller heckling America…alone we laughed…

and now we sit again…a turn at the page…poetry lingering…i cling to you…

it is night…you have entered my soul…

let the magic begin…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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