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An Image of Modern Evil
03:58
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I spy
You unlucky creatures
Crawling in the streets un-chaperoned.
Made
Of muslin and meat.
The Day-leavers gleefully far from home.
Sway
In swilling Bohemia,
These monsters all speak with silver tongues.
“Have another whiskey baby.
I bet they don’t dance like this at home.”
~~~
Away
From such horrible things
All grinning gin deceit on the cobblestones.
You say
Such innocent things.
Say them only to me now promise won’t you.
Said you’ve got a fever lately.
Hot as a secret.
I’ve been painting pictures of you,
I’ve been painting pictures all wrong.
Hell is in the streets below us,
Devil took a room right down the hall.
Get a little sanctuary
And shut the window.
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I can hear
That band in my sleep
With the never-ending beat and the seven horns
In pairs
Spinning circles for weeks.
All rosy red cheeks and Yankee brawn.
Got a sinking feeling lately
Guns last forever
And the western world has gone to feed.
Miming hallelujah baby.
I saw the devil beaming
Money made the millions beg for war.
I’ve been painting pictures of you,
I’ve been painting pictures all wrong.
Hell is in the streets below us,
Devil took a room right down the hall.
Get a little sanctuary
And shut the window.
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2. |
Held Once
04:02
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Listen was all was expected of me as I
Hurried on southbound Elizabeth St. I was
Dressed like a Capulet
Tired eyed and reticent.
Loosen my tie on the passenger seat. She came
On like a question mark beckoning me. She would
Dance ‘round the maypole and vanish in the trees. She was
Chock full of history, language and syncope,
Dawned on me like an epiphany.
I am not here.
I am acting like a Thylacine.
It is unclear to me to what end, to what end.
I am not here.
I am taller than I’ve ever been.
It is unclear to me to what end, to what end.
~~~
…And I held you once
On the borderline.
I can still hear you breathing, the sight of the city appears like a foggy outline.
…And you pulled me in
Where your secret’s safe with mine.
Where our personal history never gets in. We’re a boat that will never capsize.
…And you kissed me long.
I am spinning, shallow breathing, saturnine.
~~~
…And I held you once
On the borderline.
I can still hear you breathing, the sight of the city appears like a foggy outline.
…And you pulled me in
Where your secret’s safe with mine.
Where our personal history never gets in. We’re a boat that will never capsize.
…And you kissed me long.
I am spinning, shallow breathing, saturnine.
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