a bottle of red for a sucker’s dollar
as a part of an end in a rotten day
washcloth time marks hysterical squalor
to next weeks discount on cheap chardonay
wish for time you supple kid
wish for response to eternal laughter
wish for a fork to eat what you did
and a knife to pardon this falling rafter
a bottle of red for a nick and a dance
the emperor’s dead from a fleeting glance:
i once was a parrot, learning to cry
but now i cry, but now i die, but now i lie
from a bottle of red, from a sucker’s dollar
keep the receipt after blush dismay
if you turn your head from the huckster’s holler
its the end of the show but the start of the play
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