DECEMBER 4TH 2017 MONDAY 6:26AM
(A MODERN DAY WILDEAN POEM WRITTEN & RECITED BY MATTHEW STEEL AS DORIAN GRAY)
~FOR A SATYR I MET AT THE OLIVE MOTEL~
STAIN OF SUN FRESH ON HIS CHEEK CUTS A FINE SERENITY.
THIS ROOM, MINE,THIS HIS, BUT ALL OF THEM FLEET
WITH ROSEMARY, WOUNDS AND TIME.
O, TIME, WHAT A DESOLATE FIEND.TO THINK HOW IT CARES NOT WHAT IT EATS.
NOT WHAT IT FUCKS, BUT CLINGS TO ALL OUR GENERAL STREETS.
WERE I BUT A STAINLESS NIGHT, OR A SATIN EVE OF SATURNIAN GLOW,
I WOULD THE VIOLET SPECTRUM BITE AND ALL ETERNITY MY MOUTH WOULD KNOW.
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