WINE AND GATES
Watching Horses Itch Then Eat...Bullfrogs?
an evil smell, in the small of honor's neck
where is the candor of vertigo and the myth of wool?
fury was a neglected wry of soul's, to bravery...what the heck?
this boring old fool...
is a saint of the realm?
how many did you count, children of choice that is
by crook or uncanny fate, we still the tired psalm
reach for the chastity of courage to give, this
lip of consciences of a questioning fire
irony was yours for a cope of were
but the light stranged, and you made life a heat to inquire
anger is an energy here, but who is the future?
mean as dirt...
never the younger at heart, except for the taint of a hit eye
the walls and the wish in the well not only hurt
but you got your wish, faggot, and live
the dread of courage for a seat of flies or keys
a luck for each his moment in the sung, earth
of liberty and the right to moloch as a wisdom is
this ear of crass expectation is a worthier...
never the kind meant...
ever the care of breeds of beans
it as a washed foot, if sent
time is a game on the wind...
where is the candor of vertigo and the myth of wool?
fury was a neglected wry of soul's, to bravery...what the heck?
this boring old fool...
is a saint of the realm?
how many did you count, children of choice that is
by crook or uncanny fate, we still the tired psalm
reach for the chastity of courage to give, this
lip of consciences of a questioning fire
irony was yours for a cope of were
but the light stranged, and you made life a heat to inquire
anger is an energy here, but who is the future?
mean as dirt...
never the younger at heart, except for the taint of a hit eye
the walls and the wish in the well not only hurt
but you got your wish, faggot, and live
the dread of courage for a seat of flies or keys
a luck for each his moment in the sung, earth
of liberty and the right to moloch as a wisdom is
this ear of crass expectation is a worthier...
never the kind meant...
ever the care of breeds of beans
it as a washed foot, if sent
time is a game on the wind...
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Watching Horses Itch Then Eat...Bullfrogs?
Watching Horses Itch Then Eat...Bullfrogs?
