I met my love in a place I respected
Where the music was timeless and the cover invisible
And secluded enough from ephemeral thunder
It was just down the street from Concupiscence Corner
Where you paid one cover and maybe another
For the fleshfires nestled in everything ribald
Where genuine beauty was scarcely detected
We met where the channels were unencumbered
I knew it for certain that time by the car
A face in a transient cluster of stars
Like the effortless motions she used to tend bar
A stunning meditation in film noir
She took me to a dive in Quotidian Square
A hairy banana farm under the stairs
And I crawled like a roach under cracks in the tiling
When the man she had loved like a working class mother
Emerged from a counterintuitive vapor
But the graces that won her felicity then
Could never have sway in her oceans again
Emerged from a counterintuitive vapor
But the graces that won her felicity then
Could never have sway in her oceans again
And she whisked me away on a roller skate of sin
To a little red guest house where the tropics begin
In the same open spaces where the egrets were seen
And the creatures of balmy viridian dreams
In the fertile penumbras of trivial things
I was stricken with an awe that perpetually sings
In the same open spaces where the egrets were seen
And the creatures of balmy viridian dreams
In the fertile penumbras of trivial things
I was stricken with an awe that perpetually sings
In the cotton candy winter she was still hot for teacher
And the sugary fluff that was holding him together
The weather permitted as the air became sweeter
And they garnered complaints from the downstairs neighbors
In the sweet old condos that lay by the water
Where the possums and foxes came out from the flowers
And she left him her eyeliner printed on the covers
To keep as a somewhat thorny reminder
She had moved a little further from the last time around
To a villa where she lived with the queen of the town
But on tentative jetties she would still let me in
To the little red guest house where the tropics begin
In the world of remainders I have addict behavior
And I spend my nights wading in a facebook of strangers
I know she’s among them but I’ve already maimed her
And I doubt she’d accept my request if I asked her
So I guess I’ll remain a regrettable chapter
But I still feel stricken with a ponderous dagger
And tied to the relics of a cardinal winter
And I find myself longing to go back as a friend
To the little red guest house where the tropics begin