Death, Life And Wine Poem by Anthony Dawson

Death, Life And Wine

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Wine;

my stained teeth,

tart tongue .

My blood,

my grape blood.

Feet,

forever churning;

feet for mouths,

for taste.

I’ll swim in red,

yodel or sing opera;

gargle with snobs,

agree on fur,

be forgotten with a brown paper bag.

White and the other extreme;

surrender white,

head hole white;

marine feast partner.

Mateus;

one of some, some of the other; life and death

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Stephen Mateus 26 November 2012

I'm actually a Mateus, nice job my man.

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Anthony Dawson

Anthony Dawson

Camperdown, Sydney
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