WINE AND GATES

formaldehyde tolled menes tekel upharsin

terror in the countryside
as the wives of a salty response know a steeple
have and pull my hair wide
this accuracy of a sound is certainly a pimple

sound heads and acrid gnash
we pound the metal of life into a small lip
of oppurtunity,to feed a myth of potency and have
the craft of unity, to wish in wise ways for a which

the stuff of dreams has moved past
an order to its may and the care of a large hole
we stiff the bartender, the joke is on the house, at last
the thread of disdain is enough of a dole

but a semblance of paying the fiddler
is a wooly response to an age old question
where is my smile if i swallow a deadlier...
response to this self same question, a gain

the answer does seem to be the correct form of a question
the laugh of entity to respond with a more viscereal joke
the truth be told, in the cough of circumstance that made the blessing
does this bloody mess look like its supper, lucifer


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