‘s hot glue on my tecate bottle.
a mountain like the one Aguirre came down.
an eagle has a T in the middle
...cause, it's cerveza.
the hot glue isn't hot anymore.
it ribbons like a woman’s hair.
spirals, clump, then stuck,
stuck where neck meets stump.
Place my bets on drink at midnight
cause day is not enough.
Place my bets on drink at midnight.
can't do what i want.
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