the horn's edge

the horn's edge

A Poem by ɴᴏɪʀ ネス

boots up, cigar bound, whiskey spilled

a load of c**k to that man's sneer

the crack of a slap inviting a booming cheer to ensue

boorish heehaws and laughter fill the air

in due time the burnt puff is reduced to a whisper

morning peaks

candles snuffed

the tavern settles down

© 2026 ɴᴏɪʀ ネス


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Added on January 13, 2026
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NYC, NY



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