Crow’s Captions: Shibukawa Gunma Manhole Poem
July 14th, 2008



It broods in glass like troubled blood. When I bring the lip under my nose, warmth rises first, almost alarmingly, then odor: musky blend of mustard, onion, damp root vegetables. This wine is an owl, old & noble, with ratfur stuck to its talons.
It fills the mouth aggressively, bitterly, acidly, with cherries, prunes, chili, radishes. Flakes of chocolate. It bristles & sulks all over the inside of your mouth & doesn’t let go.
This is a wine that works you into the soil, holds you there in the rooty rich damp, until you feel a hum and churn fill your body, created by:
beetles,
bones,
gnarled roots,
flinty secret minerals waiting for light.
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2006 Domaine Bourillon Dorleans Vouvray Peach held in the Pouch of Mouth, a Ripe secret, Like warm Gems palmed in Pocket, Fruit opening as if by Molars’ edge to sweet-sharp Bloom in Throat
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