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Click hereThe sheriff came because she would not leave
Houston Street when love was lost,
to wit, in lawful action.
Lily learned from Mother once
how to sew in curtain hems
shrimp she boiled the night before.
Paperwork and keys exchanged,
Lily hoped he’d come again
to smell the house a month from then
she said to all the boilermaker
boys in downtown Galveston
at Shoeshine Charley's Bar & Grill.
Now before the tousled sheets,
before the mirror two a.m.
time to get some beauty sleep
"for all the the beer and chaser boys
I'm gonna be two-steppin' with.
Girl, it's always Saturday."
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa,
lady with the mystic smile;
KUHF on your dial
DJ with the sexy voice
all alone until the dawn
sings along with Nat King Cole
while Lilly who was boiler made
by a midnight shoeshine boy
somnambulates at four o'clock.
On the john she's still asleep
and dreams she lives in Italy
that looks a lot like Galveston
where Lily, drowning in the Gulf,
or maybe Adriatic Sea,
is thrown a life buoy from a truck
and as she grabs ahold of it,
it turns into a toilet seat
that's always fuckin' up.
has to sustain through-out the times, TK U MLJ LV NV
that pieces together experience, memory, and dream so cleverly one barely knows which is which. An impressive whoosh of a read that I'll come back to explore because it's so rich with word play and odd details. Really good, GM.