poetry of jesse wiles

A Sort of Sonnet

I'm drunk with beer I'm drunk with your heat You draw me near Crystalline Mecca seat

Though captious in prescience Aceteline arbitrage Barters conscience for conscience Free market demi-god

Looks like storm weather Better move underneath Your wing full of feather Set my heart in your teeth

Some will leave; some are lost Till your ocean is crossed

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