WINE AND GATES

It's It Again, Mojo Rising, Money Risked, Mr....

salad to the point
prayers in the toilet, for a neglecting
of knowing tart, the secret you finished...
is a lot more than a fame to elect

pain for you, the skill of sojourns
to the fountain of absolution, inclusion
in the weal's general direction, earns
the care of a first, if not the camp intuition

whether, the pale decision in the sorts to come
the luck of a single kind of joy, if not the severity
if the can and the cant is ever mere, the host of a seer of some
is to be a collapse of deem's gesture, the impiety...

your guess is as good as mine...
guests of hope in the stir of anger, work for the man
if and when the guts it took to need such a woman, is now and sublime
the way to rapture is no kiss on the chin, where the master's wander...

hope, little Billy
the soap and the thirst of a dog of war, is no pleasure
but the skill of ending the myth of seasons of willing personality's
run, jump, and skinny dumps, this ant is heading for the hills, sure


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