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"Popskull"

_Bootleg ***** in America has gone by many nicknames, from Blue Ruin, Moonshine, Mountain Dew, Coffin Varnish, Old Be Joyful, White Lightning, Rotgut, Popskull..._

 

 

Queens and fathers, merchants and poets -

all seek appointments with Dr. Popskull,

 

when these days brim with fresh anxieties

that won't stop piling atop last nerves;

when sunrises now sizzle, haywire,

bringing bills and bad news, too soon by half;

 

even the weeks and months are mouthy,

won't shut up with their stubborn griefs.

 

Blue ruin brewing in the clawfoot tub -  

Old Be Joyful swigged sweet tot by tot -

 

bay *** blind in the corner store -  

Dr. Popskull fills prescriptions as fast

 

as dollars. Evening varnish vanishes -

happiness is borrowed from a future self.

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46 / M / DC
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Jul 8, 2025
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