Silver
The drum
spurned the beat,
the brass soothed
alone at last,
as they be hum,
and bop fumbling with
the lucid keys united
with the basso white
and black on the piano board.
Will
their alto sainted
sound forgo the wasted,
compensate the withered
and cultivate the frail or
will the lascivious become the shall
to the contralto in the to be ringing phone
for it to be come undone
to finger fretted stanzas in its come hither.
When
I try
to know why,
in a want to know,
why the dun
horse cantered
when reined back,
four shod white fetlocks cloned
in autumn pastures green
to the storied past pass,
and winged in its mane,
the all known rose to the sun
for in its exacting latitude was
not once soon seen just how
much what is wanted
when silver is what brass spurs lack.
spurned the beat,
the brass soothed
alone at last,
as they be hum,
and bop fumbling with
the lucid keys united
with the basso white
and black on the piano board.
Will
their alto sainted
sound forgo the wasted,
compensate the withered
and cultivate the frail or
will the lascivious become the shall
to the contralto in the to be ringing phone
for it to be come undone
to finger fretted stanzas in its come hither.
When
I try
to know why,
in a want to know,
why the dun
horse cantered
when reined back,
four shod white fetlocks cloned
in autumn pastures green
to the storied past pass,
and winged in its mane,
the all known rose to the sun
for in its exacting latitude was
not once soon seen just how
much what is wanted
when silver is what brass spurs lack.
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