Intoxication Avenue

Unless the weather proved prohibitive

(which, very sadly, it would sometimes do),

the Honorable Samuel McHugh and his

confrère, inseparable confidant and partner

Lou looked forward to perambulating

every Sunday to Intoxication Avenue.

The fumes that rose up from its pavement

glowed a pleasant powder blue: inhaled,

they sent a gale of Delphic certainties through

every aperture of Samuel McHugh and Lou

that they, and only they, were whom

we’d want to ask about, well, everything.

But when the weather was prohibitive,

and oh! – they couldn’t go, the Honorable

Samuel McHugh felt so dishonorably low

he seriously contemplated suicide. And so

did Lou. And so, if you knew what they knew

about Intoxication Avenue, would you.

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