By Nathan Payne | pablosmoglives | 24 Apr 2026
I left the fire
back
at the water
front.
I made a list
Of the executioners she kissed.
I went away beyond the red line.
My liver made the headline.
How will I live beyond the
dead line?
The list is a fist, but...
What if I missed?
Who will account
The cash?
The rooms we trashed?
The teeth we gnashed?
The throats we slashed?
The slits we wrist?
©Nathan Payne
4.22.26
Monterrey, MX 2020
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