Telephone in the tavern rang
While the black lady sang
][ A m e l a n c h o l y s o n g
Dipped in memoirs from a country road
>And nobody answered the phone.
Men and women, in pale blue light
Day by day lost their sight
[Searching...] for a table
To place their bets
In the name of //GOD//
The lady sang in an a r s e n ic voice
Left God but no choice
To come down the road in His muddy caravan
He was lost, and blind in the burning sun:
Coming down at the trigger of a shotgun.
NOW in the pale blue light that darkens the day,
In the WAR that takes the summer aw a y ,
Men and women idly c o m e and go
Searching for {b l o w n u p} cities,
Their lost identities
And the black lady sings in a falsetto voice
Accompanied by her jazz/ band
Of her lost gods, her forgotten land.
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From the Other Side
Poetry"I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world." Poetry, anyone? It won't cost a penny, I assure you. I bring poetry from distilled tap water f...
