Join me, in this tumbledown
brick palazzo ruled by the bones
of a queen singing and swearing
that we'll never walk alone.
We can read in the oak pocket,
order ale from the cellars,
watch as the hanged man
steams with oily nostalgia,
well-waxed stories blossoming
& shrugging from his trolley tongue,
tales of silver-roaded loves he's had,
back in a lawless youth.
Love is a game you can't win,
insists the hanged man,
but if you're oh so careful
you can lose very slowly.
May 19, 2024
May 19, 2024 at 10:21 AM UTC
Join me, in this tumbledown
brick palazzo ruled by the bones
of a queen singing and swearing
that we'll never walk alone.
We can read in the oak pocket,
order ale from the cellars,
watch as the hanged man
steams with oily nostalgia,
well-waxed stories blossoming
& shrugging from his trolley tongue,
tales of silver-roaded loves he's had,
back in a lawless youth.
Love is a game you can't win,
insists the hanged man,
but if you're oh so careful
you can lose very slowly.
