no more

No more I’ll go a roaming

Through the silent rivers where

The crocodiles sing the blues

To a man born of slaughters love

Whose blood never coloured

the blush of a maidens cheek

Upon a river bank she owned

With her smile shadowed by

The distant rainbow scream

Of a cloud born of a womb

Coloured grey in amber flames

No more will the soft of her skin

Touch the jamboree of piano

Accordion strings spread wide

To return from worlds where

Memories he recalls of adventures

In crystal clear monotones

Which he knows never existed

Beyond the shattered lines of chaos

Roaming in parallel triangular

Opium shaded brick roads

Stretching deep within to find

The girl with the off centred eye

With a tale to relate of crime

Designed to spin the crumbled

Side of a golden dollar bill

As it spins further away

From where his heart belongs

Frank McGivney

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