Trick of the Trade
My cups are 8
paces away
from the
table
Cherokee saguaro,
the label,
and full
of
wine.
I use my
feathers
for my
Den coup,
Aheya,
let those
jealous poets
stew,
so Ouroboros
are they,
chewing their
own.
Feathers notched
on the left
drip poetic
sweat,
tears,
and
blood.
Feathers notched
on the right,
the verb is
full of
mud.
Ahoopee Ahoopee,
OH DAMN!
The great
steamboat of
wind is
coming to
knock the
verb off
the
branch.
No longer
a need
to be
on the
front
page.
A circle
of fire,
A brand
new box
of
matches
2006,
Here comes
Sage!
Copyright 2005, firebrand lesbian novelist
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steamboat of
wind is
coming to
knock the
verb off
the
branch"
I love this and the whole thing, Sage. Go for it! Love and peace,
Regis
Cheers,
Carolyn
Has a distinct Sage in your face appeal as well !
Oh well Ouroboros...it is like the dog chasing its own tail...or should I say coyote or fox...LOLS
Love
Peter