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Oliver Walsh

lenin, the bolsheviks, and me

one day
when I’m a failing
starving poet
and I’m in a haze
heartily drunk on
cheaply labeled whiskey
passed out on my
infested hotel room floor
with stink oozing
and my spirit escaping
through my eyes
(Hankish death is
looking in through
the peephole)
I’ll be dreaming
of bad trips
and caterpillars
in my hair
 
and I won’t
be thinking
about lenin
or the bolsheviks

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