Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
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Smoking Injustice
My dark heart forever ticks
like an ancient clock awaiting
the haunting midnight hour of
the day of the dead so that all
of my evil intentions may hauntingly
unfold and wreak vengeance upon the
living as I recite the dark
incantations of blood letting and
remorseless havoc over a boiling
cauldron of smoking injustice.
Donavon Scott Vinson