2.27.2012

bacchus

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open your tired eyes
to the beating sky
put aside the suffering banshees
back to the wine
to the good times
wailing in the night
summoning terrible infants
and french tongues
til the sun up comes
over dirty alleys
grow not old as bars and
bards do not wait
take your wine
drink it in
muses holy medicine
now quick
before you stammer -
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