Wednesday, 20 December 2017
Frances
Sweet talk makes you curl,
just say enough, Basta,
never just a candy whirl,
silken wraps you've thrown,
but always collapse,
face molded like a stone,
plates occasionally hurled,
nothing holds you fast,
makes you torn or care,
life is what you own,
if they think that crass,
consider them gone,
you're not perturbed,
now time has passed,
you're not that girl,
dancing on brown chairs,
singing songs that pass,
your bum in the air,
but keep or burn,
your love on the gas,
turn the flame down,
make it last.
the way you hook,
when you tell lover's lies,
money you tooled,
in a poor welcome light,
sunlight on the lilac,
you're 38 and cool,
but no more sighs,
it's useless to hesitate,
the knife's on the bone,
always too late,
never safe to heed,
the bells of what i'm doing,
whoever make me plead,
wave goodbye to dreams,
she has me all alone,
my turn now to bleed,
always opens the gate
they ask, the ghosts,
sat on bar stools bereft,
you never throw stones
What you created,
with me as your creed,
leaves me prostrate,
a tune with broken tones,
in that sixties scene,
when you left home,
you didn't hesitate,
to polish the chrome,
the moon hesitates,
it knows where she's been,
the wind going boom
hold the clock chimes,
run outside the room,
live generous lives,
like you never rue,
brave enough it rests nearby,
what settles on the breeze
to rescue God or try,
brush away disease,
laugh at why you're cold,
what has come to be,
dance on love you sigh,
sing that song you sold,
growl it like a lullaby,
before you die
you're no salamander.
.panic shall not reign
who holds their reins?
best not to moan,
keep hold of your creed,
by Calendar or the sea,
take Cium
the bird who has flown,
it was only fame,
singing as she goes,
drunk as a fiery contralto,
dance amongst flames,
problems the wind blows,
the love that was shown,
dissolves gives way,
all that you owned,
keeps you engaged.
cafe's swell with rain,
best not to moan,
keep hold of your creed,
don't let panic reign,
like a hurricane zone,
try to circle the domes,
we are leaving Salerno,
you have got my tone
knowing not enough to see,
would you let her tumble,
tired of this campaign,
across this shining bite,
that gives no easy news,
against the water's might,
the Americas of circue.
by mountains and ruins,
lovers only hesitate
she never left a family’s gate,
but came here to sing,
a woman who knows she's great,
that beckons any time,
next to me like a bride,
around a constant why,
the land within our sight,
an old man and his wife,
a voyage for the rate,
set your almond eyes
birds sing out of tune
drain summer into June
sweep up with the moon
not present castigate,
hope on a midnight wire,
we are not alone
in this lasting light,
home provides no clue,
God knows of your plight,
don't try to collude,
say your cards are marked,
you're never that far,
to stay where you are,
in a warm hazy fog,
and a veil across your face
don't send me to Mars,
from where you perorate.
when you geniflect
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