DRESSED IN WHISKY LEATHER-TOWING TOMBS AND FOGGY WEATHER
drinking the whiskey
dressed in the leather kiss
mystic mythical fog
draped across your suicide shoulders
carrying yesterdays grave still awash in lily'sΒ white
bribed in the hearse
sold to another sun filled rave
laying on unwashed sheetsΒ
we flew across the orgasmic smiles
blessed the ancient signs drawn in blood
when morning gave us sight
i drove you in a rose filled car
placed my lips inside the nearest of your pockets
handed back the green glass
love never knew the tide had run
mystic,mythical,fog
how love gave birth
counting its cost in unused red glass phone booths
moments that we sacrificed in hidden inca alters
terrified that touch brought this felling of stars
we meet in each shattered glass
each shredded lip
teased skin and loose escape
the night we held each others breath
melting.mythical fog
dressed in whisky leather
smoking the whispers held in grace
scraping tomb hitched behindΒ
incomplete this name i found
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Comments
I adore TOM WAITS!!..... you've done a great thing here dear poet sister!!..... your most eloquent and unique phrasing creates a stellar ambiance that is nor only memorable but truly haunting!!.....Smokin' grooves!!.....ALL STARS!!.... seriously smokin' grooves!!......LOVE and ROCKETS!!.....T xo ?β³β΄β₯β???
as usual based on a lady i knew-thanks for such kind remarks-cheers from acold England -it is a beautiful song
Great poem,well put!
Tom Waits is one of the best too
thanks KeithΒ