Cirque Poems

Labyrinth

I guzzle beer and fall into a labyrinth, A connoisseur of wine called paradiso, snuggle in the closed loops, Mercurial sunshine slant in like incongruous iceman would, On a Christmas eve, I am lost to bartender who gape with assiduous morphine, And would part the lips into blue amalgam of a dream Who would pull […]

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