Memory as embankment,
a mudslide at High Tide
with shades up...
my avocado green brethren
pleasures the soil.
Memory as enchantment
a Belle at a Soiree,
pureed, Gaston at a Dinner Party.
Napanee suggests sympathy,
a serendipity...
as water winders its way
to clay in a moonlight
turn of the bottle,
I shall find a way.
that's ironclad.
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Whisky Girl
I like'em ragged round the rim,
rough drawn at dawn
panting at the edge,
belly-button ring
tattooed naval
drinking silk panties shooters,
not much in between
if you know
What I mean
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High Frequency Draw
(High Alert)
Les bougies sur les tombeaux
(The candles on the graves)
antilles dread locks ...
french chocolate it is not.
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