Westwind

[Hermes takes the body / of a young frat boy]

Jacob Carl

Hermes takes the body

of a young frat boy

to gift me

(for protection)

Moly

the root was black

the flower white

as Milk

i thank the god

he places a single pill

upon my palm–

How short my life line runs!

and i slip into a stall

where I slip it down my throat

where I stumble / catch to fall

just a common slip of tongue.

I awake in the morn – to find

my stolen fire extinguisher

on its side

and on the very bottom

of the base

9 lines of saddest verse

in lower case:

i have never met anybody

swift enuf to satisfy

me. nor

calm enuf for true

tranquility.

where are the women of the

deep–

that can coax me out of

sleep–

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