Non-Erotic Poetrythe drunk's walksemi-stumbling
goes the poorly drawn form
of the torment saint...
The sun is hot
and sinking...
the air smoky
the soul and the sidewalks
droll and
uneven
the roses are lopped,
the lilacs cropped and topped,
and a cursed half-moon
has hung
throughout the day
'for this,
for everything,
we are out of tune'
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