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Jack Nitzsche “Starman”
Trapped beneath these lips of stitch
A tongue of pining spirit young
In gossamer tis spun and spun
Of vital solution mine heart hath been wrung
Howbeit, this mouth of hush doth run and run
Withersoever thine perennial song be sung
Hath come undone thro hindered tongue
To vague remembrance it clung
Whilst scouting thieves mine bow unstrung
Whilst doubting seeds mine sorrow flung
Devout in belief that nowise mine lips be stung
For the taste upon them screens most toothsome hum
Mayhap thine kiss doth rescue verse
Doth slice straight thro rhythm section terse
Concise it states mine truest worth
Relates this to the universe
No longer waylaid by prosaic verse
Mine tongue screams out for all tis worth
Whence words they slur, mine truth be heard
Mine eyes, no longer blurred, concur
Doth tell each tale imprisoned within
Of blust and gale
Of original sin
Heretofore, tethered by strings
Mine weathered wings hath spread
The songbird it soars overheard as it sings
Melodic verse enriching the springs
Ne’er in vain shalt be sped
As all about the earth ’tis shed
These grounds nowise be destitute
These lungs doth nowise rest in mute
The harvest doth blossom and ripen for fruit
Intone to mine cedar flute
Consolidating deepened root
Unseeing faith now absolute
These lips of stitch of mine unravel
Mine face nowise be harsh and travelled
Mine heart of broken glass and gravel
Doth natheless beat verily
Mayhap thine kiss hath rescued verse
Hath sliced straight thro rhythm section terse
Concise it states mine truest worth
Relates this to the universe
No longer waylaid by prosaic verse
Mine tongue screams out for all tis worth
Nowise words slur, mine verse be heard
Thine eyes, of cosmos learn’d, concur
Richard Charles Stevens
Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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