Poems on the topic: wine

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Dave Bonta

Zennish

alone together the afternoon and I my Zen comes with wine but is sent home on foot

Dave Bonta

Drunks

the rattle of fear in every one of his rants foxed with wine I make my own water in the cool of the evening against the bridge

Dave Bonta

Pimp

the pleasure merchant in his gold-buttoned suit is only gentle alone late at night a bottle to fill with wine

Dave Bonta

I value nothing more than error desire life before the service of courage the old must suspect that the mad motions of the heart serve no purpose but love or hatching the sudden motion of a cellar door long kept locked and half the wine drunk as a remedy

Dave Bonta

Mr. Fix-it

my old acquaintance wine is a wise answer to every offense it ought to settle things as they ought to be and not another word about sparing my wife

Dave Bonta

Diplomacy

who as ambassadors will not have a treaty with time be it one day only in a closet of pleasant talk the wine cellar where we do business the pit where we kiss like people of ice

Dave Bonta

Notes on the office of hope

the officers of hope sleep sitting up understand one another with ease after five or six glasses of wine take a little crying above all mirth and in the presence of the young play at playing

Dave Bonta

Off-duty

the soldiers quiet in morning sunshine at the door of a wine-house only passing through like a dark high flock

Dave Bonta

Public servant

I go forth in my coat and sword to drums and other drums, a vulgar audience making ugly faces, not knowing the wine where I kill the clock that talked on about business.

Dave Bonta