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Oct. 30th, 2006 12:59 amSylvia was Shirley's girl
trapped in houses haunted with tulips
screaming
against the burnt-down walls
screaming motors
foot on the gas
brakes locked like castle doors.
And Shirley was Sylvia's woman
a shining sordid wife
a puppy tumbling in the grass
burying
in silence the burnt-out bones
burying
breathing a child's secrets.
Holding something's hand,
holding on even through
the passing over of the
veil, waiting for
the gas, the gas, the gas.
trapped in houses haunted with tulips
screaming
against the burnt-down walls
screaming motors
foot on the gas
brakes locked like castle doors.
And Shirley was Sylvia's woman
a shining sordid wife
a puppy tumbling in the grass
burying
in silence the burnt-out bones
burying
breathing a child's secrets.
Holding something's hand,
holding on even through
the passing over of the
veil, waiting for
the gas, the gas, the gas.