Blue-Collar Crime by Benjamin Blake

Bound the Virgin Mary with gauze
I’ve already lost my share of blood
Repeated these vows till they lost all meaning
But I still put my family first

Jury-rigged the broken connection in my head
I think it’ll hold till I get to the clinic
These hands are stained with wells of ink
But it will wash away
Unlike my painted arms

An absence of cigarettes yet again
Maybe I shouldn’t have given up the drink
A sugar-coated buffet of pills for breakfast
I sure hope they have pet therapy

Benjamin Blake was born in the July of 1985, and grew up in the small town of Eltham, New Zealand. He is the author of the poetry and prose collections, A Prayer for Late October, Southpaw Nights, and Reciting Shakespeare with the Dead. His debut novel, The Devil’s Children, was published this October. Find more of his work at

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