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roy orbison

Posted to Action Poetry

crying man hidden facade between thick black eyeglasses... balladeer of betrayal, man of holy ground touched and retouched many times... the baptism of your voice rains down on the two-timing cheating sovereign virgin ears... man with no voice to tell, but to sing thru a black and white television box with rabbit ears balladeering gospel... singing to buildings, prostitutes, self-proclaimed yes-men, punks, hooligans, and iron-faced gaping elderly... on street corners as police sirens scream by blending and attuning to your voice... man of scars hidden underneath the revelatory sockets of the eyes, pain runs deep like canals of wax constantly melting... irrigate our deserted eyes... as we await slow attainment of the world not truly held dear but grasped in half-closed eyes