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Before the Perfume Fades
The barrel of a gun is less frightening
than the eyes above it staring cold
and you know that everything ends
in a quick, unburdened burn
but, it’s all good for now:
her lips
lecherous eyes and frisky demands underneath the table
and the best pancakes ever
at an all night diner on Tenth avenue
I’ll sip my coffee slow, baby
because I never rush a good thing
until the lines get blurred
by threats and ultimatums
and all your maenads who have an opinion for you
The truth of that savagery is more frightening
than the way it really is
an illusion with a tongue
and no regrets
until a shot rings out like a worried firecracker
and we see that nothing good happens in Brooklyn
as we believed before
when we were, as children, stoned and delighted
by the way
the sun shone across a rushing train
heading late to further destinations
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Tags: ...and also Nicholas Sparks can go fuck himself, Colorful, Quick Romance
