Thursday, December 21, 2006

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
Wine wants ingredients.

~Son Rivers III 2006

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