Anastacia’s Blues

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(you sway)
in a green room.
Perennial ‘floss and groom’  queens
choosing matching red shoes…
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the set of your hips while you shine them,
the stature of a God as you recline
with their tethered noose
layered soft around you..
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you hum
amongst the pandemonium
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Hum, groan and croon.
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You know I will not deny
My need for a loyal ally.
You know I cannot seek another or
none, when I know where my heart lies.
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Come forth from that charlatan fortress,
Swim ‘cross Anastacia’s blues,
aft of the groom queens’ green room,
stark like the contrasting moon.
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Come forth from that charlatan fortress,
We’ll breathe just right for the view:
calm, forth from the charlatan fortress,
I want to live this night with you.
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My poetry in motion consists of
scraps in my shattered dreams.
With a few added pleasures, to
complete the recipe.
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My devotion in rotation, resistance
is not mine to have or appease,
know it be the devil and not I
pray you please…
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I swear it be the conniving devil,
and not me.
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Come forth from that charlatan fortress..
cross through Anastacia’s blues,
Calm, forth from the charlatan fortress,
you know there’s not a breath to lose… as
Calm, forth from the charlatan fortress
there’s only love to use to fight
forth from your charlatan fortress,
so that we may live this night.
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[end/arken2002]