raise the cup

the stone reminder is gone
talking of the past
kibbles in the sun and fast pretenders
reaching sky full of mumbles
sanctuaries full of wine
the last lessons were gone
the least among us
shifting and leasing and lying
the daughters of Christ mix chronos in pine
it's not untoward devils divine
mostly the suitcase won't fit
raised by nines in the status quo
monkeys couldn't have the coffee split or the boxes benign
wait in line, they wouldn't go
blubbering bleating wool
gathering tween the eyes and nose
two times a line and a crib of crab
tongue tied pappy
fishing up solutions the bombs lept behind
studied in morse and drone to daft
the orange benign
eight in line
shoehorn between a t z
nothing to adze
the junket fell off walking weavers delivering eight
nine in line
frosting the end just for pretend
books line up, pages bend
it isn't locked or primed
do not send
mary knows
pressing junkie cardboard sleeves
granting the pleas
out the window under eaves
it was narrow wide and late
some in the gates drift away
that way
a shoegun between socks in the hat
wafer in the sleeze
raise the panter
down the cabinets
dressers up
eaves behind
locked between
silence
raise the cup

denis streeter   2/4/17