Monday, February 5, 2007

Bad Poetry

’05 Cuilleron Condrieu “la petite cote”. Young and overweight and very handsome. You wear your oak like a pair of husky jeans from sears. Its easy to mistake you at the moment for a flabby and fat chardonnay but I’m paying attention to you. And Im listening. I feel your obvious thickness but I’m looking deeper. And I listen. And I hear you. That little scream and burn of length is quite small at the moment. But I know it will get louder. And Im going to let you. You need to figure this world out for yourself. All I can do is give you a roof over your head. Ill check in on you in about 10 years.

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