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g.a. scheinoha
I am every beer hall
in the world
gathered in a group,
all the rathskellars,
wine cellars and hospodas
clustered like herd
of whitetails
in winter,
our antlers locked
in conversation,
butting heads
in a true
male egasm
of sparks and velvet
racks in the forest
brushing aside
the foliage
of surrounding
thoughts, beating
the brush
in a roughhewn
clearing
of pride.
