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  • Blue
    eyed blond
    86 bomber queen
    sitting atop a tower
    in your sky,
    oh so professionally
    damn good at talking softly
    while still wondering why.
    can you help me
    read the secret message,
    the one written on my wall
    smeared by rain?
    because it looks like
    another lifetime
    that old hieroglyphic train.

    tell me
    that the devil
    and his music
    is the reason why
    I just kept hanging around,
    you know --
    like a rubber monkey
    between all the ghosts
    in crank town.
    I've heard everyone
    talking the truth,
    but haven't yet seen
    one make a donation,
    and ducking
    all these artistic shootouts
    has made my life
    a rotating complication.

    my little
    blue eyed blond
    bomber queen
    dancing where the poets
    used to eat and sleep,
    tell me where
    I can possibly run to
    when you say this world's
    spinning at my feet.

    your sly
    and conniving eye,
    why didn't you tell me
    you were private?
    you --
    and your breastplate special,
    one side saying LA,
    the other side saying Frisco.


    (c)2014 Miles Ciletti

    Original Music by Tim Eilers
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