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Jake

Zachariah Wells
From:   Unsettled


Bull seal of a man he was. Flipper-huge
Hands and slung gut betokened a child's

Monstrous hunger for pleasure and love,
For spicy grub that gutted his stomach,

For booze that fuelled his rage's white fire,
For sex that sired nine at nine and twenty

And handed him so many cases of clap
The nurse let him swab his cock by himself.

Titanic, his body's heat was volcanic;
In the brittle pale air he'd stream and steam

While the rest of us hunkered and shivered.
That sinister smile and wicked cackle

Belied pain that had him popping codeine
Pills by the oversized fistful, downing

Bismuth by the cup to buffer the drugs,
Smoking ounces of skunk weed to cool

His hot moods. Once the backaches and foot cramps
Got louder than his armada of meds

Could handle and the dull day-to-day drag
Of work palled, he called it off and hauled ass

South and west to downtown east Lotus Land.
After a winter of gentle drizzle

And grey (for us, black and bitter, broken
By blizzards), he turned up again, a shrunken

Shell of his great gregarious self, gaunt,
Hollowed and wan from a season of jamming

Junk in his veins in the precinct of hell
Known as Hastings and Main. —Just when it seemed

He'd found a hole in the ice, he was gone,
Never more to be seen, flogging that death's

Head horse out west once again, into
The butane flame of a setting white sun.



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