Poetry Pressing by PW Covington

That night that they cut me out of the wreckage
And, it will be night;
Out on some rural highway
Some desert crossroads
Some place with mountains
At its edge

That night
I want to feel the blood
Gushing
Rolling
Staining the scenery

Like poetry
Stomped by bare feet
Before Dionysus

PW Covington is a disabled veteran and convicted felon.  His work has been published by both universities and underground 'zines. He travels widely, but lives in rural Texas with his bulldog, Chesty.

PW Covington is a disabled veteran and convicted felon.
His work has been published by both universities and underground ‘zines.
He travels widely, but lives in rural Texas with his bulldog, Chesty.

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