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A quick one...
Just to kill a few seconds
whilst the ice melts
and the cigarette is reduced
to the butt.
Cohen's 'dance me
to the end of love' plays
over the digestion
of a few lamb chops.
All is beautiful.
Just like leaving this town
for six days
to the middle of nowhere.
Olde inns and country tracks await.
As a loyal servant
to condemnable things
I raise my final bourbon
and my last cigarette.
Dance me to the end
of love.
whilst the ice melts
and the cigarette is reduced
to the butt.
Cohen's 'dance me
to the end of love' plays
over the digestion
of a few lamb chops.
All is beautiful.
Just like leaving this town
for six days
to the middle of nowhere.
Olde inns and country tracks await.
As a loyal servant
to condemnable things
I raise my final bourbon
and my last cigarette.
Dance me to the end
of love.
Published 13th Sep 2011
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Anonymous
13th Sep 2011 1:07am
The poem began for me at strophe 4. Tersely lovely.
20th Oct 2013 2:54pm
