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Farewell to Every Blue Night
The purple clouds
Trap the eyes in an electric haze
A blush to soften the edges
Of the badly beaten
And tearing sky
All the stars pour out
Like so many cuts
And the moon rests blue
The perfect patron of the night
Looking as my own dear mother
And everyone out under her sweet rainbow
I turn from the street I'd stumbled from
Up the hill I stand on
The rain slick darkness
Painted in a painters eye
It wouldl've been beautiful
For me
As I stepped up and up
The way home for me
And some others
From where the puddles are warm
Pools of golden light
And the tar is shiny
To me now
The puddles soak into clothes and become
Piss
And the tar is sweet tasting
Now swirling with my blood and teeth
What a way to say
Goodbye to an old friend
An old lover to scorn
Love thy love is to abhor
Farewell you blue night
from days like this to nights
from days like this to nights like that. intriguing verbiage throughout the verse.