Dear Bacchus:
A revolt is stirring up, heretical esophagus
are soiling your name—
in bars, in parties, in the
streets.
I saw a pair of inebriated eyes
Staring at a pavement, hand on bottle
I thought I would let you know, somehow.
Black Calla Lilies On My Grave
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