Friday, June 9, 2017

9618. MY ARTFUL SPLEEN

MY ARTFUL SPLEEN
Really ought to shine like a diamond mine.
I've got the Baudelaire edge on the crease 
of my pants legs, and this glass of Fiope
will shortly put me out. Absinthe to Marlene.
Red wine to Kennth Hayes. All figured out
and all set up. I can roil these waters
now in peace. 

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