Pity
Pity the man who sold his life for crime and fucked himself in caprice suffered the dime people say justice is served this way nothing has been more true he looked up to Charles Manson and ate momentarily in the sweeping colds of Alaska drinking honeyed Scottish whiskey dreaming about the Scottish coast and barbecue roasts later he was released paid his penance served in the armed forces aspiring to be true little did he know he wanted a lover to make his day out in the sunshine this man has seen this come true amiss in Tennessee plundered Rum he saw grace in the dirty farms in between dusk he’s been waiting for The turnips to manifest into art such is the yoke of a story made by the flooding mercy of saving grace Bio: Jeremy Limn is a 28-year-old poet who has published three books of poetry, Raining Poems, The Auguries of Lost Lilacs, and The Roses Forget You, his work also appeared in the 2016 July Issue of Infernal Ink Magazine, and the Yearbook for the University of Tasmania 2015, and published twice with Vext Magazine, The Ernest Becker Foundation.
Fevers of the Mind 