The wine is so dark it's black
the gluggly ichor i try to sweeten in sugar.
When it's whine in my belly
Blood-rhythms pulsing across taut skull
Hammer and tong
The rhythms create convulsing
black deluge, expunge
On your knees leaking
it's so wrong.
To lapse from the passion and violence
into a sodden and saturated lull.
Happy Holidays
Season's greetings I give to you in Autumn.
When it's fall, we are devoted
to the winter ahead.
Memories or presence, keep in
touch and stay together.
The sky is falling and the future is
read. We'll keep close in the
coldest of weather.
Distance or absence, season's greeting
for Winter.
EDIT: added transcripts for the harder to read ones, don't know why sorry.
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