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Smoke Signs in
Afterlife
Were I an orange smoke sign
I’d be up on the hill
a fleeting life indeed
Were I the old power lines
down by the street
I would whisper to the sitting birds
Triumphantly
Were I in love with the dancing fire
I would hate for it to rain on her parade
Were I an orange smoke sign
I would signal to the dancing fire
do not be afraid
the rain will bring a swift death
But a glorious afterlife in the heavens
With the greatest smoke signs
And the most beautiful friendly fires
With a wooden stage as far as the eye could see
Celestial Eyes
Were do I begin to claim you for my eyes alone.
Around you is a flood of yellow lights
and Ferris wheels spinning in blur
Tell me your story
while you drown into a sea of forgotten history
everyone takes a closer look
to feed upon your smile
give them what they want
so we can move around the room
and dance about like champagne birds
with black ties and white dresses
nobody shall speak when you begin to cry
magnified is my love for those perfect celestial eyes.
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