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Cold Hard
Sex hangs under fat blue smoke
building its jacasse nest
to ricochet lust from brooding walls
Love's belly bloated, I shrug off the grime
that Calvados glow
settling its curtain of heat
How easy it all is
without furniture to arrange
no emotions to guide
only body parts in situ
head always lower than
my eyes
Strange I
was lulled to thinking
some kind of victory here
a rite of passage
looming from a daze
but no doves
flew
Only spent dreams
spewing their litter
grateful to the sidewalk outside
and a new suit
laundered dirty
by tell tale glistens
of paid-for rain
sitting crumpled
and lurching liewards
along the silent
cab ride
home
building its jacasse nest
to ricochet lust from brooding walls
Love's belly bloated, I shrug off the grime
that Calvados glow
settling its curtain of heat
How easy it all is
without furniture to arrange
no emotions to guide
only body parts in situ
head always lower than
my eyes
Strange I
was lulled to thinking
some kind of victory here
a rite of passage
looming from a daze
but no doves
flew
Only spent dreams
spewing their litter
grateful to the sidewalk outside
and a new suit
laundered dirty
by tell tale glistens
of paid-for rain
sitting crumpled
and lurching liewards
along the silent
cab ride
home
Published 5th Jul 2010
| Edited 16th Jul 2012
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5th Jul 2010 8:14pm
Those first two verses conjure up this fantastic hot, close atmosphere..which I think sits really well with the title beforehand.
8th Jul 2010 1:58pm
