Stained-n-Strained - Intellectual

I've been watching a stained, strained Bolshevik

Vicker’s sour smiles

Miles, roads and never complete

Head in arms bending

Lids closed and bound by sheets

Heats one and two breathe

Bound by sheets and vistas and trees

Lips collapsed and bounties, yams, and mangoes

Pocket knives and wood sticks, carving best initials in me

Rated rug fans weaving preen, and wet hands

Cuffs and chords and leg slants

Ankles resting, boots on her knees

Curve and handin', upper lip and knee bend

Thumb between the patches

Jetties, letters, wine glass, and rings

Cream and ladle marked and dipped on black silk

Head 'n cans some gristmill lore

Go rash, and tongue inside, cheek

Push down in the station I'm makin'

Your arches come, We're two beast with one we're fakin'