another writer love poem:
Mr. Williams knows how quick I'd let
a Sicilian man loosen my hair ribbons
but won't think me less of a doll.
Bend me, toss me, find me where
you left me
with a smile broad and abstract
as that old horizon. I'd look
the same in any other man's arms
and that's what drives him mad.
Bourbon and invitations on his breath,
cotton in his mouth. Choking on goodbyes
fixin' to do him in.
Til then he writes my scripts
and sends sunshine across the roof
of my dirty little wooden house
so I'll faint into his arms.
Gonna drag my way across Tennesse again
til I find myself at home.
a Sicilian man loosen my hair ribbons
but won't think me less of a doll.
Bend me, toss me, find me where
you left me
with a smile broad and abstract
as that old horizon. I'd look
the same in any other man's arms
and that's what drives him mad.
Bourbon and invitations on his breath,
cotton in his mouth. Choking on goodbyes
fixin' to do him in.
Til then he writes my scripts
and sends sunshine across the roof
of my dirty little wooden house
so I'll faint into his arms.
Gonna drag my way across Tennesse again
til I find myself at home.