The boozers (4th sub)
Tables of spirits, libations from kings
and queens
as the rain wets their dusty graves,
the ancestors are drunk from their
loaded frisson hands.
As silverish lunar rays in a noiseless
lonely planet,
They had felt cold whiles progressive
tears could not rely on any private
partner, but that cold burning water.
Drunk and drunk
What can boozers do for the dead?
Their movement of hips and caputs
on shoulders
dancing to their composer's drums
When laughter like never bereaved.
dramatic wailings-
as it teases the kaput's owner.
she cried and wished not to give out
those hot bottles.
Stigo de poet
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