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CK Baker Jan 2018
who lit the candles
placed so eloquently
behind purple rock?
that sculpted radiance,
chapel grace
wound in a chosen
defined way
down the spiral
stone stairs

street cars dawdle
alongside
the packer slew
biding merchants
shuffle their wares
as the front man
and pock face
sing their
holy blues

cut jazz echoes
over the accompanying
gabble and drone
incense and haze
pour from
a lower trap door
sack fish, truffles
and splendid crafts shine
inside the stained glass fronts

a wide mouth snapper
with a bloated tongue
greets the
morning tide
(not camera shy
in the least!)
the fish traps
and beaneries
bring life
to the flourishing causeway

hula hoops
and circle ballers
join the
cobaine stage
favoured rogues
and mac jacks
speak easy
of the big daddy

beth’s triple by pass
taking firm hold on
tricky ****
and the nutcracker
maze ways,
taggers and
lost tunnels
of cu chi
strike a
nerving blow

a poised finger man
belts out his tune
(with a sniff sock
and iterating glare)
his nosey neighbors
cut artisan bread
(with a white wine
and jelly spread)
midwives push forward
for an afternoon
toddle and stroll
Love is in the air.
Oh, my heart, from somewhere.
Go find my lover and bring him here.
Go find my lover and bring him here.
Love is in the air.
Oh, my heart, from somewhere.

Tell him that the season is young
and I'm longing for him
The dark clouds above are tormenting.
I'm afraid it'll **** me.
He can't trust the rains.
Love is in the air my heart, from somewhere.

Wherever the sun goes
May he be protected from its rays.
The shade of my tresses is calling him
come and I'll make it a day.
A canopy with my eyelids, a shelter for both fits.
Love is in the air my heart, from somewhere.

I'm wandering all alone
Can please someone take me in his arms?
After all, how long can one bear the loneliness.
The days have become cruel.
The nights are fatal.
Love is in the air my heart, from somewhere.

This night and this silence.
These dreamlike sceneries
are these fireflies or beaneries?
Or have the stars descended on earth?
The world appears intoxicated.
Love is in the air my heart, from somewhere.

— The End —