"Gasworks"
a poem with chemicals by jake kilroy.
The bitter and aroused taste of a venom drink,
sweet, sour, with a dosage of poured time to think,
a brave and abrasive shrug of the tongue
does wonders hardly for a word undone,
spinning, spiraling, and circling the drain,
as the man coughs up too much of his brain,
laughing and telling others to live without death,
strung, as he forgets the punchline with his last breath.
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