Calvin's Pastel Three

Pentecostal Transcendental Crying In Your Beer

Listen to the whiskey
speak in tongues. It glosses
meaningful romance
with vanishing precision.
Love the oak or love
the spruced-up hypertension,
dancing doesn’t dine
alone and doesn’t name
the liver. Emerson
alleviates the flame
in something that he ate
in unison with double
disobedience.
Wine wants ingredients.

~Son Rivers III 2006