Monday, May 4, 2015

Hanging Out With Your Soul..

There are hipsters.
There are hippies.
There are more labels,
to beards, hair buns and back packs.
But I write from under the labels.
Bottle was my thing,
labels, not.
The gave words to how the bottle felt,
how the wine tasted,
the shutdown of cognition it brought.
That's how I explain my taste
of hanging out
with your soul.


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