Sunday 12 November 2017
Billy
Ask me to ferment desire,
a place without windows,
around my fire,
she descends by mountain mule,
to warm her toes,
are you still a fool,
a young woman without child,
love free to bestow,
it's been a while,
the cabin smoky blue,
her smiles don’t khow,
what your ancestors refuse,
hope on a midnight wire,
more to life than show,
dreams by the cold light,
you look to do right,
the chance not to blow,
a long road to paradise,
her dancing smile belies,
she won't hurt you with no,
but wants to align,
your joys and sorrows.
to where life is short,
rage against these Blues,
in this summer light,
you leave without a phone,
home provides no clue,
no book or upturned stone,
the trail is well used,
they know of your plight,
don't try to condone,
all your cards are marked,
you're never that far,
don't stay where you are,
in a warm hazy fog,
put a veil across my face
or send me to Mars,
from where you delegate,
at the promenade bar,
i think you're great,
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