"Lone Mountain Sister"
Kisses and hugs for each and every color of the rainbow.
On a San Franciscan rainy bluesy day.
Another boozy day I spent in bed with my orphaned lover.
Sweet Janie.
My dreams are in her eyes.
Cathartic screams and orgasms' cries.
Flies high in puffy clouded skies.
The truth never lies.
As profitable as the market sellers' buys.
Dressed in white suits and navy ties.
Imbibing on their scotch and ryes.
Heavenly blue skies in my shadow's mime.
Dies with the time.
By Jonathan Billet- 08.08.2014.
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