Heralding the day;
Cacophony of churchbells,
And I'm working nights!
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Heralding the day;
Cacophony of churchbells,
And I'm working nights!
And I'm working nights;
World is so boring and flat
In its dark colors.
In its dark colors,
Velvet night dresses itself,
With stars for earrings.
With stars for earings
And the moon for curving mouth,
Night's language enchants.
Night's language enchants,
The sons of Adam, that come,
To hear her tall tales.
To hear her tall tales,
Drink her tropical wind, in
Cups of Pirate's gold.
Cups of Pirate's gold:
salty ingots flavored with
betrayal and ransom.
:eek: re: sixth syllable
B'trayal and ransom, (Dropped a syllable)
Vengeance and infamy; a,
Pretty good night out!
Pretty good night out
swigging beer and oogling girls
with the boys of youth
With the boys of youth
Climbing crooked trails at dusk
Under Perseus.
Under Perseus
We watched the moon cross the sky
And you in my arms.
And you in my arms
As Mars flickers in the sky
Feel the warmth of skin
one thousand years of stomach ache,
fifteen minutes of satisfaction
Of satisfaction
My cat is wise beyond words
I must study him.
I must study him,
Conscious that I'm the theme of
His contemplation.