WINE AND GATES
Hungry Enough And Money In Love, To Say
what do you get when you cross a hungry angel,
with a devilish remark for the rest of us?
moving on the opportunity to share the same
vehemence and the care of a daily question for must...
anger
sorts intoned, the smile of suggestions in the peak of a cloud
to overwhelm the embarrassment of sense, we have as vote if verve
tomorrow on your breath, the tale of situations to excel as followed allowed
panic for me, the sense of touch
these to odd futures worth their fissure of kisses and the hiss of domicile
requited or visited with recency to a decency anon, this added our is too much
work with mine? if the tell of a somberness in simplicity's hands is all the while
myriad after, many more
the self of surmised none, known for an alert thought in the gray
of distances to the promise, the pangs of duty to whisk away the misery we adore
abhoration with a mile to itself, is no place for a herald to sate...?
candor at all costs?
busy as a body can be, the tarter the hands of majority in the voice of the land
isn't our few and note of future kindness, the labor of whole and dole to arrear mosts?
luck, are we together for the now, or is a bough of solace the only way to save a shadow?
from itself, form dissuasion's angels...?
in the best of places and the destiny of open minds, to witness a face of spaces and praise
we have kept for a shame in the miracle of sore heads that come, with answers of bells
perhaps the honor of the horizon is a pace of fascination yet, also answered with may...
with a devilish remark for the rest of us?
moving on the opportunity to share the same
vehemence and the care of a daily question for must...
anger
sorts intoned, the smile of suggestions in the peak of a cloud
to overwhelm the embarrassment of sense, we have as vote if verve
tomorrow on your breath, the tale of situations to excel as followed allowed
panic for me, the sense of touch
these to odd futures worth their fissure of kisses and the hiss of domicile
requited or visited with recency to a decency anon, this added our is too much
work with mine? if the tell of a somberness in simplicity's hands is all the while
myriad after, many more
the self of surmised none, known for an alert thought in the gray
of distances to the promise, the pangs of duty to whisk away the misery we adore
abhoration with a mile to itself, is no place for a herald to sate...?
candor at all costs?
busy as a body can be, the tarter the hands of majority in the voice of the land
isn't our few and note of future kindness, the labor of whole and dole to arrear mosts?
luck, are we together for the now, or is a bough of solace the only way to save a shadow?
from itself, form dissuasion's angels...?
in the best of places and the destiny of open minds, to witness a face of spaces and praise
we have kept for a shame in the miracle of sore heads that come, with answers of bells
perhaps the honor of the horizon is a pace of fascination yet, also answered with may...
Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem
Hungry Enough And Money In Love, To Say
Hungry Enough And Money In Love, To Say
