Valerie Vaughn
Nov 7 · 1 min read
Photo by Sebastian Koenig on Unsplash

A Vonnegut Night

Pack of cigarettes
In a day,
Not Pall Mall
Forgive me, Vonnegut
American Spirit
Burns unforgiving,
Nevada land
Dust away,
Twelve-pack memory
Eight beers down
Dragon breath
Three cigarettes left,
March to death
Morning’s light shines
A stumble to bed
Marks an end to
Vonnegut night,
Warm sheets
Pulled overhead
Relentless sleep
Internal words
Whisper morning’s night.

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Valerie Vaughn

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Poet. Writer. Author. Editors' Pick Recipient narratorINTERNATIONAL (2015). Mary Baldwin College Grad. All rights reserved. Inquiries to val.vaughn@gmail.com

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