Beyond the bland suspension of a moment (still and queer and empty) We sip our tea and take our toast drained of life and envy. 5 A drunken angel at a harpsichord suspends upon a cigarette Some tattooed prayer of the Lord, some blank mystery as yet. An opal in a teardrop 10 confers what grief would keep; Purpure absolution drops in gutters at your feet. Starlight in a candle reddens the intruding hand, 15 Restless on the icy mantle where Life makes no demands.
From the collection "The Sword Inside"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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