Rotator cuff strung across tea leaves,
Or “Spring”
Knights the Dream with
Letters conscript
To brandish, burnish sleepy drifts
With tinsel brass tunings and wit
In the key of youth
Diluted
With whiskey rye; bell jars; vermouth
The brute is
Bell’s Palsy comping white thighs
And salt air choking the night
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 3:09 PM UTC
Rotator cuff strung across tea leaves,
Or “Spring”
Knights the Dream with
Letters conscript
To brandish, burnish sleepy drifts
With tinsel brass tunings and wit
In the key of youth
Diluted
With whiskey rye; bell jars; vermouth
The brute is
Bell’s Palsy comping white thighs
And salt air choking the night
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