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SONATA

I was pacing for distraction in a marble arcade
and heard somebody's voice
talking to herself. She looked like Lauren Bacall.
Palm trees in a line.

"How can you dance in a suit when it's 80 degrees?"
and she turned to the keys to resume her writing.

Water condensing on pipes in the loo
red clay in the hall
I sit on the veranda revisiting scenes
I put them under review

i knew at the time we were through. i've not forgotten
the afternoon that she debuted her new sonata
with a cruel theme

smokey in the deco of the city at night
handwriting runs in the rain
neon bottles blinking in a spasm of fog
I read what little remains

"How can you dance in a suit when it's 80 degrees?"
and she turned to the keys to resume her writing.

Recollections like a mirror in a hot shower.
too humid to find.
The chapel overgrown and her studio room,
glass staining the light.

i knew we were through at the time­ I've not forgotten
the afternoon that she debuted her new sonata
with a cruel theme

it went like this:

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from The Lunar Martini Motorbike Club and Their Respective Destinies, released September 25, 2015

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