We are pushed by an idea as hardly gentle
As
the passive voice in how we say tonight
Somewhere
behind the things that interest
Us
and our generous self-pity our gorgeous lust
Is
this entirely Duke Ellingtonian this fly-by-night
Possibility
quite handsomely dead before we
Even
sing holy smokes before we sing our song!
Several
days ago stripped of what we shall
Finally
master no one knows our dreams but us
We
who won’t take can’t for an answer we who
Take
spite if that’s all we got an entirely too small
Love
but enough quite sadly tiny margins are
Who
gives a fuck? We said Duke Ellington what?
Up
the stairs in an apartment our withered what
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