In The Sepias Of Regardless Holidays Comments

'And I do not drink, but sailors Tell me your stare hits like rum, and how you sway Makes the teak of ships well embarrassed, And even immaculate carpenters a bit leery: ' I don't know who this girl is... but she is lucky to have such things written about her. 'Playing chicken with my soul, Pervasively taunting; but it isn’t worth much, Not the gas it took to reach you every weekend, Not the flowers in the vase in the wilted kitchen- ** And especially not this.' I don't know who this girl is... but if she was the cause for the wreckage in the wilted kitchen, that is very tragic. And beautiful.