Sunday, March 17, 2013

Drunken Valentine

Though I stagger through the perfume
of orange groves riotously copulating
I shall fear no imperfection
for the liquor of my eyes
shall be cleansed and comforted
or who was this intoxicant
intended to induce but crazy
old lady earth to drag out
her medicaments and spells again
though all the bacchanals have gone
underground or on the web
which catches for us all
the world’s lost flowers as they fall
but cannot replicate their scents

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