CLUB TROPICANA
I finally caught your laughter
through the crack in the whiskey glass
i drowned it in a moment
the one from the past
your scent trailed ,hunted me down
and i follow into rooms
we once knew as towns
up the wooden thighs
as creeping creaking light expose my lies
into the bedroom as oceans
turn those scented sheets into forgiving tides
we laid in floated heated rest
staring at ruthless sky
those coded words in veil and eye
where saturn bled to be forever
Club tropicana
edged a background in curse
a stolen tiny part
frozen into a beaten heart
curled around that curse
when death became loves needed nurse
weeping far away
seated on moss and throne
sits this fool
old and grown
the roots which spread
fed through dreads rustic drone
a stolen part
adrift in fountains rush
Versailles runs in bread and blood
lost stone heart
beaten crafted rancid bloated thing
Club Tropicana
is about to begin
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This is BRILLIANT TERRY!!.... your ability to create a steady stream of amazing imagery that pours into your hazy intent..... of what seemingly, for me, hints at love as it grows older and wiser ....eventually morphing into "Club Tropicana"...... or Old age? ~ Death perhaps?........ regardless, a fantastic read my friend......ALL STARS!!.....LOVE your stuff!!...... apologies for not being around much lately... I've been preparing for a live performance I'm doing on July 8th.....which after the live filming will be posted on line as a podcast!!...... stay in touch bro!!...... your friend and admirer...... Tony ???✴❤
cheers my very good friend and one of the few admirers -
let me know when podcast happens i will take a look-
think my viewed figures will soon be down to 6 -ha ha ha
why does written laughter look like bloody ha ha ha
all the best -how xciting live filming-remember me when fame calls
speak soon
No worries TERRY!!.....I will keep you updated bro!!..... peace n stuff..... later....T ❤?