WINE AND GATES
five across the face - and a bride
paradise, shoot the monkey
in the country
think blue tongue, and the eyes of a junkey
this pundit has the time of more than money
the thanks from the money
are you a western pattern of beguiled real
the which from pennies and the myriad of honey
the guile of prestige in the wake of a new deal
more than an apish swell of the head
we tell the world where to wed
bystanders and the article stuck to a cheek should
prayers are to be left at the pretty, it
we walk a little more
the stink of ages to keep us company
as when, as then, we told it all, to a little war
the truth be torrid, if found in the way of any
one last thing
the shot of survival - does this smell like the rest of us
thus, and in the duty of dust to come, a pyre of the living
is our only whole, come hell or the thing of let
in the country
think blue tongue, and the eyes of a junkey
this pundit has the time of more than money
the thanks from the money
are you a western pattern of beguiled real
the which from pennies and the myriad of honey
the guile of prestige in the wake of a new deal
more than an apish swell of the head
we tell the world where to wed
bystanders and the article stuck to a cheek should
prayers are to be left at the pretty, it
we walk a little more
the stink of ages to keep us company
as when, as then, we told it all, to a little war
the truth be torrid, if found in the way of any
one last thing
the shot of survival - does this smell like the rest of us
thus, and in the duty of dust to come, a pyre of the living
is our only whole, come hell or the thing of let
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five across the face - and a bride
five across the face - and a bride