chalice

chalice

A Poem by H.
"

Pass the wine.

"

can't you taste the s**t
you drink? since when did
vomit pass as wine?

the moving pictures
splattered paintings
fumbled sayings
hybrid cars and
power lines--

where won't you go
to follow what this
vile fountain feeds
the Flow?

whatever's dripping
in a drought
will quench you
if you're thirsty
i suppose.

© 2009 H.


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Added on February 14, 2009
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H.
H.

Panama City, FL



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I've thrown away the map, but can't let go of the wheel. I'm a musician. I've been writing poetry for much longer than I've been playing, so it's odd I consider myself as such first and foremost. .. more..

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