SEVEN DAYS IN MAZATLAN

by on January 6, 2019 :: 0 comments

After
we paid our
one-eyed wheelman
and that sketchy
shade tree surgeon
off Springdale drive…

We split
eighty five large
three ways
and spent
seven days
at The Palms
down in
Mazatlan…

Just lickin’
our wounds…
while tryin’
to dream up
a better way
to do things
the next
time

editors note:

Hmmm. It appears the wages of sin is seven days in Mazatlan? (We welcome K.W. to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission – the first to join us in 2019. Read more of his madness on his new page – check it out.) – mh clay

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