often
By Steve
Thu, 13 Nov 2014
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i think of vous
as upon a drunken boat, dotted glories
dust in the mint
flown over
as chatter of conversations
leave speech-patterns, do vous
les ensein, modified words
to tatter my thoughts for vous
upon a staircase of crystal syllables
casting spells
wars on the dead, so stonily wetted,
do vous
delicance, float above your dreams
and toss your cares about
so knifely consented.
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