Drunk Evocation Poem by Riano Harp
Drunk Evocation
A dartling dove, drunken love
How sheepish my prime youth was;
Stumbling in faucet burns and viridescent playbells
MY mind was sent on French dirt.
Weep below your knees, discover your treasures
Laced in curls of black magic and disgust,
What happened in my childhood
To make me so drunk?
Saturday, February 18, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: drunk,love,memory
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