Even after bisexual king Kinsey, there can be no grey?
Divided We Rise, Ross Knapp

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Even after bisexual king Kinsey, there can be no grey?
Divided We Rise, Ross Knapp
#Poetry Tuesday and we have Ross Knapp's 'When in London' -- a prose poem that's in the tradition of Baudelaire's 'Get Drunk'. [Although, of course, the latter meant it in a larger sense -- "With wine, poetry, or virtue, // as you choose!"]
When in London, juniper always juts its way up my nose, down my gullet, that blast of pine tree, temporarily feel the fuel oil burn, traditional imperial aristocratic swill, chilled clear stoic tone, then shortly after a fresh fanaticism for life, ecstatic euphoria, enthusiasm, finally free, a contagious whirlwind, everyone’s a best friend.
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