There’s a man still on the corner talks about candles as the sun

It gets shorter, wax poetic, lacks his ice cold ambition

Scratches teeth upon the pavement as he looks for anyone

To pick a bone with


The angel of forgiveness is forgetting all her lines

Checking out of her hotel room, credit shattered and declined

She takes the first wrong turn of many picking grapes up of the vine

To be alone with


The stars to light up, all but shadowed by his clumsy faults

You can tell he lost the way among the left foot robot waltz

He’s stumbling in masculinity his brain still somersaults

It’s you he’s thrown with


It’s just a loaded deck of jokers around you, the queen of the mountain

It’s just peace and those who broker all the war, that still surrounds it

And in those misty shades of ochre it comes through, in fact it resounds it

It’s just a loaded deck of jokers around you, the queen of the mountain


The moon sets up a swan song interrupted by the cries

Of a panicked, startled middle class with degrees to wipes their eyes

Mid tempo rock and roll bands do the same with their disguise

Still hasn’t struck them


The drill machines are quiet, between law and keeping jobs

With the pin-ups and the jokers, who behind the scenes still rob

All the dignity from bankers, all the charm from their heartthrobs

It must be luck then


Between the lightning bolts, the thunder and the silence in between

It’s hard to tell the difference between you and what you mean

It’s hard to tell the difference between you and what you’ve seen

They’ll come unstuck then


It’s just a loaded deck of jokers around you, the queen of the mountain

It’s just peace and those who broker all the war, that still surrounds it

And in those misty shades of ochre it comes through, in fact it resounds it

It’s just a loaded deck of jokers around you, the queen of the mountain


Definitively cautious I’ll now explain just how it works

With false prophets and the icons behind whom they all must lurk

It’s hard to tell who’s lying and who runs between the clerks

And I don’t want to


Don’t think me bitter, loving hating or pretentiously inane

I think I sort of swear it to you through my poetry migraine

By now your not even listening to stuttered rhyme refrain

And I don’t blame you


The angel of forgiveness and her passion back to shine

She was all the people, objects and was way before her time

Still she moves on her nostalgia repeating all her other lines

Until she came through


It’s just a loaded deck of jokers around you, the queen of the mountain

It’s just peace and those who broker all the war, that still surrounds it

And in those misty shades of ochre it comes through, in fact it resounds it

It’s just a loaded deck of jokers around you, the queen of the mountain

 

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