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Senyru Grapevines - Parts 37 to 46
Red
Colour of my voice
Last breaths of those sons of soil,
Complete life’s vapours.
Wrathed Grapes
Old animal now
No more runt of the litter;
Wolf in word clothing.
That Was, Because Of Then
Sea ships stones shells swept
Sweeping sandy bays, oyster
Pearls, vodka clamped, drown.
The River Runs Clean
Silent cold of March
Dredged Hell’s ditches, tongue tied tight
Filled mouth with forget.
The Haunted Birdcage
Haunted lake, birdsong,
What did you do last summer?
In opera black.
Rain Falls Like Jesus Tears
God turned wine to water
Cut head off snake, ‘sooner love
Than be judged.’ He cried.
In The Hour Of Mead
Honey hooks grip vine
Confluence of ancient throats
Choke in spice rivers.
Sommelier Surrenders
Bacchus pissed in Rome,
Nightclub pest, dream carnage list.
Wake dull brain and think.
Lost In Cabarnet Sauvignon Cabinets
Dribbling red wine wounds
Pack case with sleeping bottles?
Head on every bar.
* Verse in pic c/o T S Eliot
Colour of my voice
Last breaths of those sons of soil,
Complete life’s vapours.
Wrathed Grapes
Old animal now
No more runt of the litter;
Wolf in word clothing.
That Was, Because Of Then
Sea ships stones shells swept
Sweeping sandy bays, oyster
Pearls, vodka clamped, drown.
The River Runs Clean
Silent cold of March
Dredged Hell’s ditches, tongue tied tight
Filled mouth with forget.
The Haunted Birdcage
Haunted lake, birdsong,
What did you do last summer?
In opera black.
Rain Falls Like Jesus Tears
God turned wine to water
Cut head off snake, ‘sooner love
Than be judged.’ He cried.
In The Hour Of Mead
Honey hooks grip vine
Confluence of ancient throats
Choke in spice rivers.
Sommelier Surrenders
Bacchus pissed in Rome,
Nightclub pest, dream carnage list.
Wake dull brain and think.
Lost In Cabarnet Sauvignon Cabinets
Dribbling red wine wounds
Pack case with sleeping bottles?
Head on every bar.
* Verse in pic c/o T S Eliot
Published 20th May 2020
Author's Note
# ERULGCT 37. Umanoid xx Enjoy scribbling these thingies. Don't drink anymore funny enough. ALL STAY SAFE
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20th May 2020 9:55am
is there anything sparlinkg & divine in burning passions of a red wine in maturations... that's grown flown past all past in curves & crushings & wrinkling dents of a booming exuberance, an essence ..of Love.. in the confluencing fusions.. now each now... ahh, it feels a cosmic swirl in the experience in the search.. coming rounded & wholesome in full circle.. this Love a liberation.. you pack in these grapevines so much doodah.. bleeding haunting yet the manifest .Love. is . All. Finely Crafted Ageless Elixir. Love Me xx:)
20th May 2020 1:53pm
