WINE AND GATES

Dirty Soaps And Used Rags For Youth

broken moisture
look in the mirror of semblances as they were
we delight, the sense in a can of here
but they dance off, as if we supplied the dear

dear john,
this tissue has a better look on it
slight of cause in the center of being, wrong
is my toe fateful enough for a new fit

madness and the stain it made on it
a house of unsurpassed light
that comes to the sight, like a feral twit
if your following the water, know a flower to die...

where is compassion now, a man will ask
cap of a cup, wicks of a wax
the tread of a secluded foot, by the reach of the past
are we here to drink the wine, or pass the flax?

pride in the mirror
secrets that delved the times for a torn lip
the which of the wind to keep a fame for fear
pain and prejudice in the way, of a candor of hip

thin water in the eyes of paradise
we have a tale to tell, blood is never here
part simplicity, part the character of the wise
we have cried better, like the anarchy we hear


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