The Mad Haters Tea Party

Poem By Tom Higgins

A sad wine lack complexity,
like empty skeletons exhumed,
or men without perplexity,
who never seem to be consumed
by thoughts that mental palates find
to be intriguing. When you taste
a wine believe it has a mind
that by your tongue would be embraced.

9/2/05

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