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At the Olde Absinthe (Free verse) by Limness Leaning over a beaten copper rail
Seeking solace
Sipping at an amber draft
Legal here, unlike the namesake
Elbows continuing the carving of marble
Worn into soft wells
Over years of distraction
Wearied escape
Wondering what the whitish elixir,
Tinged an evil green
As seen in that Manet
Would distill in me
Up the ladder:
Daily Rutein
Down the ladder:
Frozen beauty
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Posted: September 6, 2002 11:33 AM PDT; Last modified: September 6, 2002 12:39 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.888889 Overall Rank: 1484 Comments:
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Lenore @ 64.252.107.149
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6-Sep-02/11:41 AM
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Wonders of wormwood my dear.
this is the bamboo that impaled my palm outside of the brig yesterday in venice beach..that's why i'm soaking my hand in a saucer full of peroxide....i'm getting worse and worse at walking the straightline for johnie....but fuck that guy any way....sawoff.horsepill.butane.cornish-h
did you edit? or do you not want votes?
there's a gay pub down the road, you know.
Next time you're in Britain, you can get the real thing. And I tell you, it makes things weird. And friend of mine broke his leg in two places falling over a blade of grass having drunk absinthe, while it made me almost burn down a bar in Prague. Freaky, aniseedy, makes your eyes beady.
This poeme is dandy.
Thank you.
Absinthe makes the heart glow longer
did you ever find out?
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