WINE AND GATES
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tiff in tart traffic
the watch of a hand out a window
the loose change you expected, was a message sickened
to the nose of use, in the forward abuse we owe
cigarettes and a bottle of whiskey
on the seat next to him, the sorts to tell
is this mercy in a finger, the right use of a pinky
as we all know, the cares of fewer hells
lambs and lions, the knack of yonder billboard
these cruises of complacency in the find of lifetimes
is a sweeter bird in the cage, than one to seek, by the word
we know the places and the paces of pressed eyes, the thought of rhymes
stupidity for a knowing garish at a glance
the wards of uniqueness in the rear view mirror
time to twist, time to hiss at a wall meant
does this encouraged prize of dreams and the threat of fear...
pining for a secret rendezvous with a moneyed ghost
the play of obnoxious light and the marriage of courses
is a wet eye the trash in the fashion of a salt to lose
by the times we see the edges of the waiting, but the reality is sense forced
creation of finished revelry and the pinch of doleful nose
your guess is as good as my questioned guest
the lucre of subtle breeds of kindness to live again as golden
pies on the hood with a penny for the least ...
the watch of a hand out a window
the loose change you expected, was a message sickened
to the nose of use, in the forward abuse we owe
cigarettes and a bottle of whiskey
on the seat next to him, the sorts to tell
is this mercy in a finger, the right use of a pinky
as we all know, the cares of fewer hells
lambs and lions, the knack of yonder billboard
these cruises of complacency in the find of lifetimes
is a sweeter bird in the cage, than one to seek, by the word
we know the places and the paces of pressed eyes, the thought of rhymes
stupidity for a knowing garish at a glance
the wards of uniqueness in the rear view mirror
time to twist, time to hiss at a wall meant
does this encouraged prize of dreams and the threat of fear...
pining for a secret rendezvous with a moneyed ghost
the play of obnoxious light and the marriage of courses
is a wet eye the trash in the fashion of a salt to lose
by the times we see the edges of the waiting, but the reality is sense forced
creation of finished revelry and the pinch of doleful nose
your guess is as good as my questioned guest
the lucre of subtle breeds of kindness to live again as golden
pies on the hood with a penny for the least ...
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