fuck you, my empire

beauty spends the night under a wolf moon
crying to itself

the tongue depressor incident
was the first hint of executive potential

broken bones make bad props
death murmurs I’ve always been lucky

halfway through the wilderness
a sign says no trespassing




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William Merricle lives in Lima, Ohio. His poetry has been published in PuddingSlipstream
ZeroCity, and many other publications. His chapbooks include Heimlich The Donut [Pudding House], 
Grace, You Let the Screen Door Slam [Crisis Chronicles] and, most recently, Chaos Theory [NightBallet].

fuck you, my empire © 2013 by William Merricle, used with permission

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