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Chianti Philosophy
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Time hurries on A painted tree on my wall
Fife feet tall, or so
It mocks me
Perfection in mere statis
The smell of marijuana is still
Heavy, the air competes
Between it and the incense lit
An hour or so ago
But I, I am drunk on wine
Red wine, Chianti
If you want to know
This new blood courses through my veins
And my thoughts are heavy
Too, they linger on
Like school children
When the bell rings
Who wants to come back to life?
Surely, my fantasies are more varied
And grand. There are no
Cigarette butts in paradise
So, I'll stay here
For a while, until my eyes
Grow too dry and heavy
Like the wine; and my wit
Gives way to sullenness
Then the morning
Clear, clean as bleached socks
Oh, there are stains, but
The parasites are all gone
Until, until the first of us
Awakes
