WINE AND GATES

A Storm Coming On, A Stork Curious...

pennied to death
the march of religion, and the south of rhyme
has you to, two to fend the friends of etc.
for a glass of wine...

begging for a vanity to suspect
the tarter aspect of psychosis
the penny has become sincerity's elect
the taste of a flower is overwhelming, spites...

hour of the draft of a new age
with a sugar comes the knack of a new door
were you ready for this, the nurturing rage
of a license to shade; the bean, the grain, the onion's war

mission to the heart of the moon
parchment of sulking milk in the defense of a boat
where is a legend if I ask about the ruin
of courtesy for a salty share of misery's lover's soul

pining for simplicity, a babe will suggest the mercy's sunshine
here to search for a quiet place to spend the coin
mine, they think, the pace of cause is for why
and the taste of me, for a time in the soul of doing

the devil offers a kiss, an angel a smack on the nose
who is?
the answer is always and will be, those
by the very sight of ought, we bliss...


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