WINE AND GATES

Witch In The Honey, Which Is They Homey

rapture of a simple groan
the laugh of sincerity is a correct purpose
the more of since, the reach of heirs to the forn
this eagle, this tiger, this hare, this fox to lose

bread in our laps, the tooth of victimized bones
grace is good, for a single salt of curious limits
the strange twist of hurt minds and the rhymes of the loving
is a searched for coin in the pocket of Simons

onion in the wish, not the way to anger
the road to decide upon the cant of urgency... origins
the kiss was from nowhere, the truth in the sugar
like a bottled germ of when, never the shins

angenue of a select morsel for dinner
the now in the powers of surreal illucidation
is the face of a beginner
when a surprised ego will do the sublime for wind

the times are a changing fruit
that eats in itself , the whole of reasons to you
the pyre of sires is at sake, the burdens of could
is your firmer handshake with a heart in the soon...


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