her sweater and everything. The heavy perfume of camellias disappeared with her dark, sculptured hair, and her skinny legs gone on down the street clicking heels. Even though her face means so much, she never even saw me. Just a fly keeps me company tonight, fly hovering every which way and wild-- silent, aimless Saturday night. It seems the rest of the world is having a party. The apartment complex is deserted. Yet, Ill never be lonely, now.
slinging her mohair sweater onto the floor. It looks like a movie! Yet shes a nobody. The college kids at the corner table, expecting her to be famous, turn away disappointed. But this only bothers me a little bit. Shes so sad and beautiful. It starts to snow. White air glances gently into her dark eyes. The red beads around her neck look like the throat had been cut. Headlight-cars pass. I turned away for just a second, and she was gone from her chair--
Checking the receiver reflects a pair of hard-up eyes. Did everyone go out of town? My fluid mind pours over the glass of a strangers face. I remember her staring through me. At the neighborhood bar, gliding in like the transparent guardian of Saturday night. Dandies on the barstool swivel around to see her yet dont gaze with as much admiration as I do of her beauty and her leisurely way of walking,
Yes, like the live feel of the oriiginal, but more interested in the piece itself. The sudio seems better and brings some of poet's voice to the front.
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her sweater and everything. The heavy perfume of camellias disappeared with her dark, sculptured hair, and her skinny legs gone on down the street clicking heels. Even though her face means so much, she never even saw me. Just a fly keeps me company tonight, fly hovering every which way and wild-- silent, aimless Saturday night. It seems the rest of the world is having a party. The apartment complex is deserted. Yet, Ill never be lonely, now.
EastofEdenBand 2 years ago 4
(poem text continued 2)
slinging her mohair sweater onto the floor. It looks like a movie! Yet shes a nobody. The college kids at the corner table, expecting her to be famous, turn away disappointed. But this only bothers me a little bit. Shes so sad and beautiful. It starts to snow. White air glances gently into her dark eyes. The red beads around her neck look like the throat had been cut. Headlight-cars pass. I turned away for just a second, and she was gone from her chair--
EastofEdenBand 2 years ago 4
Brooding Black Face poem text
The telephone hasnt rung for weeks.
Checking the receiver reflects a pair of hard-up eyes. Did everyone go out of town? My fluid mind pours over the glass of a strangers face. I remember her staring through me. At the neighborhood bar, gliding in like the transparent guardian of Saturday night. Dandies on the barstool swivel around to see her yet dont gaze with as much admiration as I do of her beauty and her leisurely way of walking,
EastofEdenBand 2 years ago 4
Yes, like the live feel of the oriiginal, but more interested in the piece itself. The sudio seems better and brings some of poet's voice to the front.
EastofEdenBand 2 years ago 4
This is the edited video. D'Jalma's comments removed and only the music/poetry piece highlighted. Let's get right to it.
PerfectoMedia 2 years ago