WINE AND GATES

Recently Jay Remembered Olives, Adrenaline

clean up your fist
where is our magic kingdom?
a whistle rekindled the wish
of a naked insult to them

pie and a rope to then tie you down
the wind redirects the terror to a wealth
this is your first, tongue
in the jam, the jelly of family health

shiny spoons, spy knee shoes
the thought of sugar races
to the moon and back, for intellects glue
home with the dog, licking faces

the future of the game
in love with a penny, a peanut and pleased punch
the route is the same
maybe a spirited one has it all named

voices that take it seriously
this ideal bird for whether heard
has a hair lip, like those pushy...
words

still a fang in the can, doors are made for lover's
will a ham on the fence have the sense to live for the knackin'
pepper and the tripe of salt in the way of a life honor's
over the keep of a demanding fly, the way to philosophy rockin'

wisdom, showed the right to a new heart
in the pale, the strength to claim more than sewn
lights and the ark of need to start
now is the time, for a prayer to own


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