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VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Michael Lacy

She’s sick andI feel like I’m morphineI’m her drugNow we’re steadyA constant erodingI’m in a state of conflictShe stuckSomebody come and get her off of this proverbial stick She’s sickShe can’t stopBut I swear to GodEvery time I look she’s taking another hitShe’s sick Babe, please, let’s stopShe’s just counting the seconds on the clockBabyContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Michael Lacy”

Posted bydumpsterfirepressOctober 3, 2021Posted inUncategorizedTags:babe please stop, bit shit crazy, bitch I'm on number eleven, blindness, blood on my hands, blood on the tracks, childhood's end, crack bones, desperate times, dumpster fire, Dumpster Fire Press, feel my pain, fighting me, flaming dumpster, heaven and hell, I feel like I'm morphine, I swear to god, indie press, like a hard rain, love is a drug, making my way through the fog, Michael Lacy, Mike Zone, original voices, peanut gallery, picture this, poet, poetry, poets will save us, Poets with masks on, read aloud, read poems, real eyes, real poetry, realizations, Robert Ragan, rolling over my soul, Samir Karimo, she's sick, she's taking another hit, small press, submissive submission, their own voice, time bomb, time spent with your mind, Twilight of the Superhumans, valkiria, Visual poetry, voice, voices, voices for the voiceless, Voices From the Fire, voices from the fire#5, waiting for lucy, witchcraft, you bitches are flowers, you get alone sometimes, you opened your mouth, your impossible voice, your voice1 Comment on VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Michael Lacy

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Giovanni Mangiante

on the brink of madness how many glasses of whiskey one must down on an empty stomach before the demons come off the walls at midnight and start making the arrangements? how many before they ask if I need someone to talk to? because I’ve scratched off the painting, left the bare concrete bloody andContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Giovanni Mangiante”

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