He sang to me, whispering in my ear, voice like old jukebox an | Every Day Poems

He sang to me,
whispering in my ear,
voice like old jukebox
and tobacco
and whiskey:

Had to drug myself
to stay alive in this shit-hole;
"Everything will kill you," it has been said,
"both quickly and slowly";
So if I had to choose,
I would choose my best drug—
that is you.

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