The Deep Purple Smoke Over Lake Geneva
Soul-torn and stripped
to bare recklessness
obliterated in a riff:
the guitar pronounces blame
in all the same notes
repeating, repeating,
"Who remembers Montreux
and the deep purple smoke
over Lake Geneva?"
It's all gone - long hallways
and mountain echo
fading in Blackmore's haze:
the malaise of mediocrity
and the names reclaimed,
hung high on walls,
padded, patted, then forgotten
like the deep purple smoke
over Lake Geneva.
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