Orestes

When you waved ta ra, rendered me insouciant, i died beneath that star, what you said was rotten, your love of ports and rivers, from my lonely bastion, huge beaches from the car, your stories all delivered, bottles, tidal wood,tar, and your string of losses, between madness and my fever, left as reminder, a cross, forget who won our war, a tale remembered, stories from the bell jar, don't disturb me at bars, or say love’s your ember, you'll never travel far, somewhere you'll go under. still waters run here, even to seduce her, wiser than your Da or Ma, kissing your finger tips, wearing a Wonderbra, tunes rolling off your lips, they say nothing's that far, breathe a little prayer,