Drink Sun, Live

Pardon the safety factor. We’re live.
We’re steering, wheeling by the sun,
chopping Mondays for a drink.

Author, pilot, counterfeiter, let’s drink
to beasts, to age spots, to kingpins live
as Mother’s melanoma. Palm the sun’s

body. Fill your grain tube. The sun
touches your sexy device. Breathe. Live.
Blow as long as you’re immune. Drink.

--Lance Newman

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