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The Days of Wine & Roses; or, An Orphan’s Tale

So the days of wine & roses.

So the days of shaping your idea

of a mother out of a hot meal

cooked over a low fire,


the starlight blindingly blindingly bright

behind you. So water sweats

through the dank dark walls

of the dirty old towns.


Is it better to be deceived

by luminous shadows or luminous flesh

is a question any orphan

might ask. & no matter the destination,


it’s easy to outgrow a map.

So the days of wine & roses.

There is much uncertainty beneath

the weight of the starlight’s moon. 

Posted 12/04/17
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