i denied the Sun it's birth
and chased it
with a shot of darkness
it's lonely loss liberating lungs to sing
electric lamp love songs
while i painted your back
with horse hair brushes
and a lust for color
we had visions of the theater
your mother's clothes
delivered dreams dressing dolls in decadent drab
we were worthy stars
we were Words of God
so i fought with fits of fumbling fists
and jumbled jabs
for a black listed beauty
brought by bad thoughts
but they were all twice my size
and the Sun was in my eyes
p.farris
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