Friday, January 17, 2025

Spew By Wayne F. Burke


vomiting chunks into the

river, while

hanging over the bridge

railing as

my drinking buddy, an

ex ski bum pot-smoking 

hippy, waits

patiently, through the

up rush and

gush, as

all my sickness

and self-disgust over

what I had become--

what I was--

came to the surface.






Wayne F. Burke's poetry and prose has been widely published in print and online (including in THE RYE WHISKEY REVIEW). He was nominated for a Pushcart by THE DOPE FIEND DAILY in 2022. He lives in Vermont (USA).


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