He strode tall and proud
A smile graced his face as he went along.
Pinstriped vest and a purple suit
A daisy in the lapel.
When he saw her, all the world went wrong.
Grant Park is melding in the dark
All the sweet, icing flowing down
He let the bull out of the pen.
Mind is cracking, breaking in two
Love twisted and fractured. You!
Porcelain skin, will never feel the heat again.
Oh no.
The yellow cotton frock
Crumpled on the ground.
You were on your knees
Cupping your dirty mound.
Across and beyond,
The old men playing chess
Wondered about your dress.
Grant Park is melding in the dark
All the sweet, icing flowing down
He let the bull out of the pen.
Mind is cracking, breaking in two
Love twisted and fractured. You!
Porcelain skin, will never feel the heat again.
There would never be another song for me
Nothing but singing trout.
There would never be another dream for me
You took another in your mouth.
Bourbon and wine mixed and warm,
Chemical bonds in rum
After all the tragedies of my life
After all the deaths, wife, you’ll be the one.
My life will be in my own hands.
I will use it.
My reign will be worshiped.
I will use it.
My madness will flow dark
I will use it.
My hands on your throat.
I will use it.
You and he in Grant Park.
I will use it.
Blackjack and crime mixed and warm,
Chemical bonds in gum
After all the rages of my life
After all the cuts, wife, you’ll be the one.
Grant Park is melding in the dark
All the sweet, covering flowing down
You let the bull out of the pen.
Mind is cracking, breaking in two
Love twisted and fractured. You!
Porcelain skin, will never feel the heat again.
No! No! NO!
A cross-post from http://geweller-fiction.blogspot.com/.
