Chicagoetry: I Want To Lick Tequila Off Your Thighs

I WANT TO LICK TEQUILA OFF YOUR THIGHS

Mourning Dove,
Town Crier,

Awaken to your
Power.

Sometimes all you do
Is moan

Bloody
Murder!

BUT YOU
PURGE US!

Attend: Your grief
Is your grace!

I'll say it
To your face!

I dream it
Every night, nightmare

Of bliss,
A soft, quiet

Kiss . . .
Bleed

My six o'clock
Blues.

Liberator!
SING IT AWAY!

Say: Once we all
Bleed

We can
Breathe

Again.

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J. J. Tindall is the Beachwood's poet-in-residence. He can reached at jjtindall@yahoo.com. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress.