in the zone
a face without
place or form
nails to grindstone
tooth for tooth
ashes to ashes
blessed be blasphemies
kissed upon night’s curtain
curtailed by wing of dove
in truth, there is never peace
only truce,
awaiting defeat
thrice damned
seven-fold avenged
scrape foam
from a pint
play another hand
life is demand
she’s got a doomsday tan
and apricot lips
a toe in the sand
gun in hand
in the zone
a place without
face or form
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