Wine Bottle Faith
If I had known all I had
to do to fall out of favor
was let them see bottles
on the fridge, I would have
done it a long time ago.
I did not need their pandering
eyes and plucky mouths.
I did not need their magazine
clipping faith, but now all I
have is an empty vineyard.
Weirdo Beardo
I've got a weirdo beardo,
it takes the shape of
a spider,
a crab,
a political party,
a monkish chant,
a country song,
a bottle of sherry,
bits of old vigor,
regrets about Sandra,
a row of hedges,
bound by my face.
Unglued
'm not connected,
anymore it's like 'm
no longer here and
'm disappearing each
passing moment with
and you.
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