You poor thing, | 1 |
Beaten, bruised, | 2 |
Lines of black, | 3 |
Singing blues: | 4 |
I’m sorry for | 5 |
Wailing on you, | 6 |
Chipping those | 7 |
Once ivory teeth, | 8 |
Now yellowing in | 9 |
A straight mouth. | 10 |
Melancholy rumbles, | 11 |
Rises from deep | 12 |
In that sobbing chest: | 13 |
The way you cry | 14 |
Makes my heart | 15 |
Shiver & pulse with | 16 |
Relief & release. | 17 |
So I keep on | 18 |
Poking, prodding, | 19 |
Striking, abusing | 20 |
Your every inch | 21 |
Until my hands, | 22 |
Red & blue, | 23 |
Give up on you, | 24 |
& I rest my arms | 25 |
& head on your | 26 |
Flat contused belly: | 27 |
Sharp pains make a | 28 |
Jumbled moan | 29 |
Burst & fade | 30 |
Into a low hum. | 31 |
Silence chimes | 32 |
As I leave your | 33 |
Sturdy frame | 34 |
Cold & used | 35 |
Now paralyzed | 36 |
In a dark room. | 37 |
Sleep well, my dear, | 38 |
Perhaps tomorrow | 39 |
I will play your | 40 |
Favorite waltz, | 41 |
Chopin’s L'adieu, | 42 |
Just for you. | 43 |
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