Short Song

Skyline beasts which beat
This pretty tune to death
Where loves crawled out the back door
And life’s lived short on meth.’s
How vacant and enticing
A story for the soul

Silent films once flickered
With warm thunder as a crown
When once beauty caretakers
In turns would bear the throne
Would this be dreams of starlets?
Could this be mornings’ due?

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