endless epiphany ensemble…


My first taste of true love lost lived and lasted

was a tattoo’d bearded virgin bottle of old gun oil

in the shape of a valium Brazillian bikini

in the shape of a candles shadow following the road

we played records of thunder and lightning

with looks of pure gemstone soulless crimson

we walked and talked about everything and nothing

to where the river stopped looking for old answers

damned by a concrete wall of invisible birds

we sit eating mushrooms and tea

while the city shimmers in the heat

as though it wants to be somewhere else

and the river seemed ashamed to be out and about

even under the stars…


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