remember the Jazz Butcher Conspiracy
the wedding gown all torn and frayed
my amulet of amber and silver, now foggy
it's a long drive along the river and streams
those gentle fingers snaking through the bends
spider webbing draped over red bricks with holes
hazy sepia scars on the guitar and piano
marbles on the great shoot of hooter roll
my reflection caught in an angle of song
with enough room on the canvas, paint
wash free in the new living arts
a dead reckoning to dive deeper
always
diving
deeper
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slam pigs beware.
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