Beer and Dogs

In the city,

destroyed and wrench,

we found it

on the ground;

beer advertisement laying

down with the old ruins.

The beer sign,

covered in river

silt and dog

shit, making

me thirsty — girls with muds,

in bikinis.

Love the girls,

hated the shit,

the rowdy

dogs taken

to the cites, towns, and back woods

like menacing wolves.

The beer signs

led us to a beer

store and my

men. Standings

by, with their own does, with mugs

for us travelers.

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