Friday, December 3, 2010

The Verse About Blake

Salt for what I can't see,
Sage for the ghosts in me,
Ginger to clear my mind,
Cream almost all the time.
Bowls full of blossoms blend,
bitter then sweet again.
Peppers for a rosary.
Friend, come and sit with me.

3 comments:

  1. I will sing it at her when she gits here. Been waiting all day in delusions of prophethood.

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  2. I hearby dedicate these two bottles, a rosay from Bandol and almost my last old St Emilion to you and your museship, to the end of times, amen.

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  3. You remember this thing? Wrote it when last there and you recorded it in your enlivening room. May you have joy of your wine, dear friend.

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