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Hemlock<\/strong><\/p>\n This evening, Poisoning myself with south Texas I\u2019m not even sure what mirrors are for I am poisoning myself with the patience Surveillance blimps tethered with I am poisoning myself like a peacock, I am poisoning myself with embossed credit cards I am poisoning myself, looking for Venus I am poisoning myself with muddy Trees shed leaves and serpents <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u00a0PW Covington<\/strong> is a poet in the Beat tradition of the American highway. His work has been featured in underground ‘zines and academic journals. Covington lives in rural, south Texas, and plans on reading, for the first time in the UK, in 2016. For more information, visit PWCovington.com<\/a>\u00a0 His latest poetry collection is available through Amazon.uk here: I Did Not Go Looking For This: Poetry of PW Covington (Festival Edition) Hemlock This evening, I am ordering hemlock Over ice In a rocks glass From the bar at the hotel Compromising with the barman, Agave will do Poisoning myself with south Texas With denial With faith and flags and family I am poisoning myself with poetry Poisoning myself with the cheap highway stuff […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9743","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9743","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9743"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9743\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9746,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9743\/revisions\/9746"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9743"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9743"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9743"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI am ordering hemlock
\nOver ice
\nIn a rocks glass
\nFrom the bar at the hotel
\nCompromising with the barman,
\nAgave will do<\/p>\n
\nWith denial
\nWith faith and flags and family
\nI am poisoning myself with poetry
\nPoisoning myself with the cheap highway stuff
\n93 octane
\nPoisoning myself with the company of women
\nThat I will never fuck<\/p>\n
\nAnymore
\nPoisoning myself with vanity
\nSweet, sweet pride in mid-Spring swelter
\nThis is not New England
\nPoisoning myself on promises made decades ago
\nOn other continents<\/p>\n
\nOf a snake tail rattling
\nPoisoning myself with cheap, counter-top, condiments
\nWith vending machine ice
\nAt the Echo Hotel
\nI am poisoning myself with walls
\nAnd rifles\u2026And checkpoints<\/p>\n
\nLong
\nWhite
\nCords<\/p>\n
\nShooting the Rio Grande River
\nInto rolling, shy, veins
\nA bump of smack backstage
\nThen on with the show
\nTonight, I am feeling familiar, forgotten
\nUntrusted<\/p>\n
\nTransfixed by my name pressed on plastic
\nPoisoning myself on the streets of Austin
\nSomewhere south of the river
\nAnd north of Ben White
\nI am poisoning myself on Craigslist
\nSucking cocks in a Zilker Park mens\u2019 room<\/p>\n
\nThrough Army-surplus binoculars
\nIn an era of
\nDon\u2019t ask
\nDon\u2019t tell
\nDon\u2019t share
\nI don\u2019t know<\/p>\n
\nHouston steam
\nAnd in smoky backrooms in Dallas
\nPoisoning myself with passions and dreams
\nLessons and schemes
\nWith poems written on napkins
\nLike plea-bargains<\/p>\n
\nSlough skin
\nIt\u2019s in places like this, I poison myself
\nKill off
\nWhat does not belong
\nGun stores and tequila
\nOffend me
\nBut, I\u2019ll drink with you
\nAll
\nNight
\nLong.<\/p>\n
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