Monday, December 3, 2012

I can no longer find solace in You

On those nights, when the storm's a-raging
And the lightning strikes outside my window
I am lonely beyond repair
And I feel nothing but sadness
I can no longer find solace in You.

I find rest, at times, in Otis
Cigarettes
and Tea.

My demons keep me company
as do my memories.
There have been many-a lover
and many-a friend
They all leave too soon.
But my Memories!
Such a poor substitution, given
That I can no longer find solace in You.

Oh...Please Forgive my indolence.
I am burdened by pork grease and fatback.
Much too scattered for rhyme schemes and iambic
pentameter.
You find me on my knees, Woman, but I
(definitely can)
No longer find solace in You




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