poetry of jesse wiles

This Day - 2

In cavern beside the moat There they hear the fowl quartet And utter paeans for those before and behind They named you felicity another day But not today In alehouse smoke In country music caress In whiskey in rum In vodka in midori In curacao in the golden flake liquors In the senseless bliss of accelerate elation and conscience repression In country music caress You shall know this day by its hangover

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