NIGHTMARES LINED UP LIKE SHOTS OF TEQUILA, BY A.D. WINANS

NIGHTMARES LINED UP LIKE SHOTS OF TEQUILA Lost in a secret languageMy head in a song bag of foreign rhythmsPoliticians with their Ponzi schemesReligious leaders shaking their bag of voodoo bones My mind escapes into the intoxicated dawnPoems that burst like a ruptured water pipeRivers of blood sing their night songThe moon a bloody accompliceHides …