Saturday, July 30, 2016

8461. IN A DUCAL MAN'S MANNER

IN A DUCAL 
MAN'S MANNER
Half this crown is the harlot's host  - 
they're out there in the Route One Motel.
I singed their candle when it burned at
both ends, went up to Linden, and 
walked back again. For all that,
now, I've got nothing but time.
-
This elixir is a magic foil, she's
pleading with me to drink. I no 
longer ache, and I can breath again.
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I ask, 'Now?' She says, 'When?'

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