Monday, December 15, 2008

I know a loveless tune.


Our “Satisfaction”
composed some twenty years ago
in Central Park as leaves
a million sunsets flared.

The music yours,
the lyrics mine, our song
was number one with a bullet,
a bullet’s flight so brief.

And after singing that same song
from an Albuquerque open mic,
to Wembley, while wearing just our smiles
in bed— be honest. Please.

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