24th Chorus

San Francisco is too sad
Time, I cant understand
Fog, shrouds the hills in
Makes unshod feet so cold
Fills black rooms with day
  Dayblack in the white windows
  And gloom in the pain of pianos:
Shadows in the jazz age
  Filing by; ladders of flappers
  Painters' white bucket
  Funny 3 Stooge Comedies
    And fuzzy headed Hero
    Moofle Lip suckt it all up
    And wondered why
    The milk & cream of heaven
       Was writ in gold leaf
       On a book—big eyes
       For the world
         The better to see—

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Наталья Мартишина   28.11.2012 23:00     Заявить о нарушении