transcendalist gin
('men say they know many things
the artsandsciencesandathousandappliances')
led us to the old orsamus willard house
a road through the smoldering bodies wound
back in on itself
and there was his stone
and twenty schoolboys sweating
brandyandmadeiraandplantationrum
one chewing mint like a farmer
five fingers in the punch bowl
outside the omniparker
the still creek flowing
like the punjabi
into twenty schoolboys
and lupec blondes with tabacky sticks
rode their swizzle sticks into the daylightsavings
sunset
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