Let’s go trip down stained glass pathways.
Play crucifix fingernails like keys
for sneaking doorways.
Your tongue’s the host;
I ate already.
And no salvation / redemption / life long sermons.
We’re only here for the free wine.
23 hours ago
Let’s go trip down stained glass pathways.
Play crucifix fingernails like keys
for sneaking doorways.
Your tongue’s the host;
I ate already.
And no salvation / redemption / life long sermons.
We’re only here for the free wine.
5 comments:
No salvation or redemption is quite right, indeed.
Lovely poem - and great to have you on board.
Cheers, auw. :)
Beautiful. I'm gonna mail it to Ratzo.
I'm only ever anywhere for the free wine.
I like this. Especially the tongue image.
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