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Press the Moon

Jan28

by Chris Buchanan
Poetry, 2017

Don’t let tomorrow make you make the bed.
Lie in it wet and have the bourbon sweat
smell neat
sweet
still.
Press the moon.
It’s sleep mode.
Press it deep.

Leave a comment Posted in poems2017, Poetry Tagged drink, moon, poem, poetry, short, sleep

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