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softly, singing a coarse sonata slightly
crooked in the palm of my hand, dressed
plain in corset and purple sash, lazily
dripping off my sinews like cough
cough syrup.
drink up, friends, and pray--that glistening joint listening sorrowfully
in,
lost in richness and drenched in memories,
fondling silks and battered clocks,
closed doors and dead blocks.
perhaps this night's too gaunt to say
those words they need to say, those
few that most would breathe
but none would keep.
give me those whispers, and hope for
glistening sweaty covers and hollowed curved
sillhouettes
sillhouettes dotting the rims of shaken drinks
and faucetted lakes of myriad shadows and dreams.
give me those myriad shadows and dreams.
but color.
give me color as well.
crooked in the palm of my hand, dressed
plain in corset and purple sash, lazily
dripping off my sinews like cough
cough syrup.
drink up, friends, and pray--that glistening joint listening sorrowfully
in,
lost in richness and drenched in memories,
fondling silks and battered clocks,
closed doors and dead blocks.
perhaps this night's too gaunt to say
those words they need to say, those
few that most would breathe
but none would keep.
give me those whispers, and hope for
glistening sweaty covers and hollowed curved
sillhouettes
sillhouettes dotting the rims of shaken drinks
and faucetted lakes of myriad shadows and dreams.
give me those myriad shadows and dreams.
but color.
give me color as well.