Through a glass darkly
I wiped a spy-hole
of ash
from a skylight window
and wept
as pentecostal fire-balls
peppered pavement mounds
of pet dog excrement
and men – as drunken men –
teetering on the lip of madness
babbled unknown tongues
while drinking deep
of Tiskie twelve percent
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