Rocky Lizardi.Brown


Brewed like gold from
lead pounds, and thick,
the stream out from black
hands as burnt, to drop
from pints the shine
like amethyst and as dull
gems more gray then rocks. The
alchemist who sweats over
himself- with coffee, not boiling
from the pot- opals and
diamonds grimace there...
Pale as the moon at night.

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