"last night whisky stays"
last night's whisky stays like my late aunt's
kiss, and the a to z, of that fateful evening,
is replayed, like, the counsel for the prosecution,
did you really say that? did you really do that?
and dany brillant sings, giving this late afternoon
a period feel to it, a hard-boiled touch,
and she was twenty three with a degree
in animal science, and she was so nice
to put up with me, the hitchock looks
of the japanese who prefer blonds, and
the cutty sark, sailed through, and my stomach
hit the reefs, somewhere between the table
and toilet, say john, to keep up the appearance,
of the film noir, and was it the predator,
who tried to charm, and probably talked too much,
that sank, to extend the metaphor, the possibility,
of anything
ever happening?
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