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Rose buds bloom
In the distance
Like fiery eruptions
Of abusive mouths.
Bloody contusions
Wrapped hastily in gauze,
Sodium tablets chased
By spiced rum for taste.
The Horsemen rode tonight
Past the river-bank's
Reflected moonlight.
Still smiles flirt
Across our lips.
One more drink won't hurt.
So turn up the tables,
45's at 72.
All I ever wanted
Was to dance with you.
A second bottle,
The road won't wobble,
But the lines become discrete.
A shadowy hint
Of tear stained concrete;
A crimson river
Blocks our path.
Pass around for one more round,
Chaotic mind grows sound.
Trying to outrun
Inevitable defeat;
The clouds mushroom behind.
Still in this time
Of London's call
There is a pleasant sign,
As together we walk,
Abandoning hope,
With those left in awe.
Holding hands and drinking lots
We skip 'neath lead parasol.
- by ArsenicWithFaust |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/29/2008 |
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- Title: Lead Parasol Rewrite
- Artist: ArsenicWithFaust
- Description: A second attempt at a theme I love to loathe, and loathe to love.
- Date: 08/29/2008
- Tags: lead parasol rewrite
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