Blow, a poem written by T.E. Maltba at
Colin Davis



written by: T.E. Maltba


Woke up this morning and thought “god, we’re fucked”
Walked down the stairs and misfired with missed luck

She blew in through the valley from a plug
Twitching affinity and trenches dug

On a blade-scratched top of an ad hoc block
Signed in designs with discrete lines of rock

The dusting shatter of candied matter
Will greet ole Benny with snow-white chatter

Her green-backed sniffing at the trench’s mouth
Swept away on running kites that fly south

Forced to drink of time from death’s filling cup
Blow through the valley from the bottom up

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