Typhoon

Wine crossing streets
Zig zag Alhambra
Until you find a jokey staircase
Down fall and then pickup again

When you buy your last cigarette
Call me collect
Tell me all the things you cherish
Be a dying memory of this

There can be only billionaires
On the life raft of wiki rich
Ranch hands must join the carnival
It is setting sail at dusk

We say sail but it's diesel
All the way down
Like a cork caught in a throat
Until powdered milk comforts

All the letters written out of order
More combinations than universes
Shoved between nervy ending
Dry land heaped up on hill

The process belongs to silica
Or a basilica left to public interest
There are tycoons aboard this ship
Beware all the soft red noses

A journeyman once said
While falling down shaft
This is it
Cover me
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