By Marshall R. M. Hann
Submitted by Blessed23
Date: 2015 Oct 13
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Quarter Mile To That Crooked Smile

Distilling Beethoven
into a mixture of smell
and soul.

Sink your teeth into

      my heart.

Laugh harder.
You don't know
how to justify

and discard,

(the un-tired perfection
of beauty,
the un-tired perpetuity
of beauty.)

Stand in the sunlight
without shame,

demure horror;