Holy Waters
dank dark
bottles Inn musty lair lie.
Closed, cloistered
corked mulled beckon beckons
off, off pulled screw you cork,
read clean red skins
labelled loquacious label
a well rested mask off Inn
daze of end wine.
Stone cellar
Man comes call
hue
man, colour red white even brown sip sip Inn
an awe full alchemy shared.
grapes of wrath released eons
dank dark dead set
musty heirs re
turn now re
leased lives Inn
an ancient
orchard,
a vine a yard full of
skinned seeded mulled lies.
Picked plucked
squeezed pips may speak squeak
arrive, now,
arrive alive mead more now meat sweet lips
well red well read label as a red mourning mist on a high ebb turning tired table
the wine, the whine cellar man Boss, The Whine,
winning now tongue slipping Inn Vain
The Last Supper Wine
The Last Penny Drops Whine
The Last The Lasting Labelled
pour, poor, ignore,
dank dark a blithe bottled life
Inn passed out crucified sellers
bottle shop
car park
supper market
sell out sold out diet dank dwellers,
cellars, sellers Sweet Grapes of Wrath,
passed over, past out, bring up Truth
passed out cellers seed grapples passe pleased
grape raped released tanins and stems and seeds
past now fermented tormented a genie bottled out,
an aperitif
a mulled mule
a cheap glass ceiling shot sold
a cold dank dark seller comes a gain finger mouth beckons
redemption, released Inn A Vain golden brown,
confession thorn crown cork label attached
familiar Inn vigneron attacks
a natural dank dark
a natural chemical attraction
The Cellar Man Sells Tapped Inn Joy Inn a Bot Tell?
Cold play as whine sells cells Sold Out
a nailed robed
a hung out to dry
an a resting fine super star
cross cross cross nailed temper Rants?
last drinks called sold soul gentle man,
messiah now messy,
crossed stitched alms
the last last familiar family
man
finally
Inn Won hard earned thirst of only one
Happy Our
A Well Red Misted Happy Clapping Hour
Inn Church Pews Inn Wholly Altered Whine
sacrosanct sacred so sip up son
the pain of paid packets
empty envelopes food stamps cellerbrations
the hatch goes down on pour work King man
and yet red bliss Inn Red mist arrives
Inn a Font of Holier Than Waiters
dank dark lies robed and robbed now
Grapes of Wrath, empty checks,
wise not well watered
