Oath to my CaptainNow as quiet daylight lingersLet me place my hand in yours.Peel the leather off your fingers,Listen as the twilight roars.Hear the song of dying daytime,How she rages 'gainst the night!All the world has seen her struggle,Witnessed her most desperate fight.Such I swear to you, my captain:This and more is mine to wield.I shall keep the sun from settingWith the night against my shield.True, the past has seen me falter;'Tis my burden and my shame.Trust there are no shadows in meAny more to do the same.I've no more of starlight's twinkle,Nor uncertain candle glow,Just my soul, which will not flickerWhen the sl
I Love You 'Til I'm SoberI Love You 'Til I'm Soberaccolade to ugly girlsOh baby, all the Irish roses growin' in the glenSeem withered in your shadow, and where'er your bed has beenNo other goes but sleepless, for that hallowed place is brightAs sunlit streams in springtime in the middle of the night.I love you when the smell of whiskey lingers on my breath.For you, I'd face an army, I'd be shot or starve to death.Long as the kegs are corkless and the beer foams to the brim,I'll stand up for your honor, cater to your every whim.Oh darling, you're a goddess with a halo on your brow. I see myself as blessed if my affection you allow.My saintess,
like blue from the Devil...The white of snow is in her hands, and she reaches, reaches. Barely coherent, her hand shakes but never hesitates. Oh how thirsty she is. Closer she draws until at last--AT LAST--the touch. And the blue bright neon light that flows in the tar and the brick and the mortar flows into HER, and oh, oh, she drinks.... she drinks until she is full, she drinks until they overflow, she drinks warm rain and apple blossom scent and something like ocean water, tastes like blood, feels like womb-sleep, drink, drink, drink until the ecstacy cannot be contained in a world such as this. How grand to live between all worlds, then! White hands, lily hands, wh
not awakeThrown back against the corners of the evening(I am arched back like a rainbow)in negative shadows, the square points in or(I am spread-eagle over the world)points out, play with your eyes, touch it and(I am open-armed flight into)flat paper greets a hand that has no wrist that has no(sinking into)arm.(cool soft sand, even rocks are soft)I am anchored to the roundness of clouds(when there are infinite rocks.)with pins in my back.
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