Patagonia
When last seen she argue
with
men below her station.
Strike
him about the face.
Call
him out of his name.
It’s
how to be martyred.
Disparage
his vineyard.
Death
of the Duchess.
Patagonia
and the prime
of
the parliamentary.
Old
money and old wine.
Cajole
her to cross the water.
She
cross by moonlight.
She
is barefoot the whole while.
Positively quiver. G©
Come black bird
sign of the exotic.
An oasis of the curious.
The cliffs and
the sunken ships.
The delirium
and the follies.
The lapping at
the theater door.
They drink and they fight
to pen the death of the heroine.
Treacherous waters.
When the pubs let out
they draw pistols.
She come out of the dark.
South Village stage
and blood moon.
It is murder to cast. G©
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