Of the world's most handsome poetry
Of the champagne of the tongue
The rapt lovers of cursive stroke
And the sweetest, most decadent paper caress
I like the cheap beer remarks and the box wine conjunctions
The whorish, scribbled word on the back of café napkins
The bitter inky graze and the rancid graphite touch
Some days
I have drowned in a sea of elaborately dressed words
With less intent than proud showmanship
And most days
I’d rather float on a Dead Sea of salty wit
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 1:28 AM UTC
Of the world's most handsome poetry
Of the champagne of the tongue
The rapt lovers of cursive stroke
And the sweetest, most decadent paper caress
I like the cheap beer remarks and the box wine conjunctions
The whorish, scribbled word on the back of café napkins
The bitter inky graze and the rancid graphite touch
Some days
I have drowned in a sea of elaborately dressed words
With less intent than proud showmanship
And most days
I’d rather float on a Dead Sea of salty wit
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