tug and maul

one shot, two
give me two
give me two, now
any two can play.
whiskey, skip the water.

going green and stupid
not trying on illness
just trying
to cool the fuck out.

left the rig
and the junk
in the drawer
upstairs
(a hole that my mind
can hide in).

every card dealt
down here
dealing death to the dead
reminds me
of another year, older
borrowing more
on less.

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turn the page

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words: J. Fisher, Canada (about & more)
image: Ira Joel Haber, New York (online gallery)