I
used to visit
all those
very gay places that come what may places
where one relaxes all the axes of the
will of life to get the feel of life from jazz and
clock tales.
All the
boys I knew had sad and
sullen gray faces with different gay
traces that used to be there you could
see where they'd been washed away by too many through the day.
12 o'clock tales.
Then you came along
with your siren song to tempt me to madness.
I thought for a while
that your point and smile
was tinged with the sadness of a great love
for me.
But I was wrong again, again I was wrong.
a thoughtful
of hearts could only be a bore.
Now life is lonely again
and only
last year everything seemed so sure.
is to smile in spite of it.
I'll
forget you I will
while yet
you are still
burning inside my brain.
romance is mush stifle those who stray and I
will live a lush life
in some small town.
And there I'll be while I rot with the rest of those
whose lives are lonely.