GUN-METAL GRAY AND
NOTHING GETS DONE
She's got eyes like she came from Ephesus and hips
like the girl Shardonay : neither of which I knew personally
but use here anyway. I play a dulcimer in my better dreams,
and she smiles back at me, or winks : a gun-metal gray
and nothing gets done.
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It's just like that, that's all : you run away from home
and steal a car to flee in, and only later realize it's
Dad's car you stole. It all comes back to you again,
the haunting and the remembering, the grim horror
of the recall. Might as well return it all.
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She sings a madrigal in a see-through negligee.
I watch with glee, to wonder what she'll say; but
nothing comes out ungarbled and she's singing her
heart away - everyone's clapping and rollicking
but me. God-damn, isn't that the way.
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Nothing gets done, and gun-metal gray.
Nothing gets done, and gun-metal gray.
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