Friday

the bartender
extends
injected straw

to ejaculate
small batch
whiskey

into my mouth;

remarking,

“things
are gettin’
weird
, now.”

sipping
bourbon

reclined
on a
[smokeless]
heated-deck
couch

IS heaven.

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