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Chet Plays the Mercury L (alternatetake) fr~ Right before I met Vincent

Before the rain
Eroded a
Whispery ballade
The private pictures
in sordid songs
About stupid hearts and
Busted scales
Trashed in
drop dead lipsticks
Chipped onyx cuff links
Silverdeco cigarette cases
left on by
Discarded lovers
Thrown through smoke
Of scared promises
Playing the
corruptible psalm in a
Cobalt wind
or Driving a pink panel
55-crome
Chevy convertible
your luscious hair
Playing cello
moon tide on
His lap and
you make me hum
‘Where or When.’
kick your shoes off
feeling your arch smile
to my toes
yeah, I pissed you off
you can’t chase me down
To the wrong door
To that empty hall
that lullaby
that damned psalm
of sexless lust
shadow in shadow in shadow
lets the mirror open
all he sees is the black satin
Lapel against the mangled collar
Clinging to his wet hair.
forces silently
Away to complete
That unseen picture
Of lacquered eyes
On the wounded brow
Crouched over blue scorched notes
Ash whiskey notes tracks lies
spilled all over the bed
Cradling his trumpet

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