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an aubade for concert pieces
placating a serial killer
for Rimsky-Korsakov’s
‘Scheherazade’
let me tell you a story
brave sailor and the treasure cave
what wiles!
a flying rug
sensuous taut strings
here’s harp beside piquant
market spices
a major third apart
wild tales
wilder nights!
from murderous hate
trill further, love
you smell of fear
it presses me
let me tell you a story
a magic lamp, great riches
an X on every door
lost cities
and a robot horse
these all come marching to the dance
we’re in
a very private thing
antique science
poets known by heart
philosophies expounded
skills for survival
how jolly the laugh along
how bright the sword
my sudden one
let me tell you a story
for we are short of time
tell on
night’s still
intention veiling
triumph stain
for you my prey my dear
my death
so sad
so far
down deep
dark calm
lust sings
a violent wordless whirl
then here’s cruel day
first light will be for a blade
come my pretty cadence
be one more like the rest
by hornstroke
waltz around the fact
here for my little death and yours
go on with the story, go on
not yet…
you’ll wake with the tune
if you wake
two interesting versions --
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cH2VtUi_rLo
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7l6363oPxo
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