WINE AND GATES
Pickles With Toads To Show A Whisker, Don't...
let in the park
toast, to tree's and the avenue itself
prayers with you, are the host away from home, sorts
of candor and handier thank you's, should a certain selves
pious, to essence for another, day in day out
torn from the headlines, the callous remark of the model pout
tissue and the fissure in quiet rows, the snail you make somehow allowed
anywhere but here, the stir of sanity in our fists? now...?
play with a salad in the joke of the day, youth
save the treasure of queens and kings for themselves, prowess
call upon they've, to see the pioneer of powers worth anyhow, couth
taste the water, this aging scare to welcome, has a livid court to bless
name it? anger
work for it? dance
certain the soak of another pair of shoes? verve
ask it what is for dinner if no one cares for all? lands
like a lint ball, the size of your thumb and ready for call
the hours have sunk a tooth in what you call a beauty, the toe of same and jane
your bloody nose still swimming and swimming, lords and fruit for the fall...
seeking a better match for the rest of the night? how did you know the west was won?
prices above our heads? the toast has become the mirth in a language we adore
yet to understand the understated? a handsome street with a mile for each, thought
you made for another to have a little more good bye? hello and goddamn you, the breed of war
alcohol in the arms of a lover, the feet of neutral honesty, a hair pin to suggest knots
liken a hopeful dog on your lap, a kitty with two more lips than you thought possible
the stars themselves have seen the shell of a human decency you are, a scar named only ours
proper or found peachy keen, the work of the damned or the music of virginity to openly quell
words for the birds make deep ones, the known tooth of response in the get, your soul heir's
think it about this way, wouldn't you have a truth for every card played, in a corner of duty
done to dread long before death had his comment about your next and haps, this nothing
in love with any other shadow is for the miles until the skip of lights in the head, resolute
to the smile we lost for antipathy and the remark of knowing the obvious, they can't
a hateful itch in the since, a season come of age for a kiss in the daring
a portrayal's sin for the climbing dole, that said the rest of some to hum, a fury into view
an obnoxious treason of voice and driven eyes for the requited clouds in our moments fairing
this child to come, is hadding a pity, a pain that has meet for cleverness that is due
another hug...
till we are what we are, the tonight with a really good kindred of sour heavens
how are saving the rational of another, to know the luckier sight of a nuance and its bug
where have we been, what have we done, angels without shoes know no other, since levity
toast, to tree's and the avenue itself
prayers with you, are the host away from home, sorts
of candor and handier thank you's, should a certain selves
pious, to essence for another, day in day out
torn from the headlines, the callous remark of the model pout
tissue and the fissure in quiet rows, the snail you make somehow allowed
anywhere but here, the stir of sanity in our fists? now...?
play with a salad in the joke of the day, youth
save the treasure of queens and kings for themselves, prowess
call upon they've, to see the pioneer of powers worth anyhow, couth
taste the water, this aging scare to welcome, has a livid court to bless
name it? anger
work for it? dance
certain the soak of another pair of shoes? verve
ask it what is for dinner if no one cares for all? lands
like a lint ball, the size of your thumb and ready for call
the hours have sunk a tooth in what you call a beauty, the toe of same and jane
your bloody nose still swimming and swimming, lords and fruit for the fall...
seeking a better match for the rest of the night? how did you know the west was won?
prices above our heads? the toast has become the mirth in a language we adore
yet to understand the understated? a handsome street with a mile for each, thought
you made for another to have a little more good bye? hello and goddamn you, the breed of war
alcohol in the arms of a lover, the feet of neutral honesty, a hair pin to suggest knots
liken a hopeful dog on your lap, a kitty with two more lips than you thought possible
the stars themselves have seen the shell of a human decency you are, a scar named only ours
proper or found peachy keen, the work of the damned or the music of virginity to openly quell
words for the birds make deep ones, the known tooth of response in the get, your soul heir's
think it about this way, wouldn't you have a truth for every card played, in a corner of duty
done to dread long before death had his comment about your next and haps, this nothing
in love with any other shadow is for the miles until the skip of lights in the head, resolute
to the smile we lost for antipathy and the remark of knowing the obvious, they can't
a hateful itch in the since, a season come of age for a kiss in the daring
a portrayal's sin for the climbing dole, that said the rest of some to hum, a fury into view
an obnoxious treason of voice and driven eyes for the requited clouds in our moments fairing
this child to come, is hadding a pity, a pain that has meet for cleverness that is due
another hug...
till we are what we are, the tonight with a really good kindred of sour heavens
how are saving the rational of another, to know the luckier sight of a nuance and its bug
where have we been, what have we done, angels without shoes know no other, since levity
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Pickles With Toads To Show A Whisker, Don`t...
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