Things NOT
To say after
Half a night with
A bar room
AngeL:
×××13×××
Sorry about the
Wings.
I suffer this odd
Compulsion where
I
Like pluckiNg
The
Feathers from
Pretty
Things,
and
sewing them
Into
Lovelier thoughts.
×
But
When you smile
1,000
LosT Nights
Sing!
(to a memory
Time Forgot. )
×
And
I
Didn't mean
To
Dump the
Ashtray in
My
Head
on the
Pristine floors
Of
Your Once
Clean Heart;
it
just works
like that
for the
Dead.
(Who drown
In
Oceans of
Light turned
Dark.)
