waiting for the guests to leave:
no barrier reef can keep
your song i tuck inside
my velvet bag--away too long
when sailing with the trade winds
angels know me too well
they would not give up on me
after having walked around
the frenzied wax museum
where people who go to see them
are their own kind of artifice
holding up the devil's bargain
in isinglass mirrors---too freaking fake!
while homestead hums...
in bright cherry wood patina
melding with earth tones
baritones, chess played
after the guests went home~
chilling on escargot and grapes
little canapes with red bursts
of caviar--fluted glasses filled
with bubbly...flaky amigos
perchance to waltz into
a small cluster of trees, whispering
about my fall from grace---tis i that
smiles on the miracle mile---fortuna
winks, and lets me into her cleaved chest
no barrier reef can keep
your song i tuck inside
my velvet bag--away too long
when sailing with the trade winds
angels know me too well
they would not give up on me
after having walked around
the frenzied wax museum
where people who go to see them
are their own kind of artifice
holding up the devil's bargain
in isinglass mirrors---too freaking fake!
while homestead hums...
in bright cherry wood patina
melding with earth tones
baritones, chess played
after the guests went home~
chilling on escargot and grapes
little canapes with red bursts
of caviar--fluted glasses filled
with bubbly...flaky amigos
perchance to waltz into
a small cluster of trees, whispering
about my fall from grace---tis i that
smiles on the miracle mile---fortuna
winks, and lets me into her cleaved chest
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