Open Poetry #2 |
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One For The Road |
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since 1999-06-12
Posts 113 |
With one glass of chardonnay Stars appear dull and red Surely there is misfortune ahead. One glass or a bottle, the price is the same: All you were have known, one soul. Then trade ten young asses, one denarius For trifling lies. It is the time of the eighth sign. Entering through open door A shadow guise crosses Over a well-traveled line While Clio and Thalia conspire. It is a night of hallow fire. Demons and Sisters of Mercy both know The bartender will serve another round And with one small draught Taken between soft parted lips One knows the color of sin. Stars appear dull and red Surely there is misfortune ahead But the awaiting dawn calls Just go ahead. |
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