Holy Candle Blues

“holy candle blues” in the rust red sunset - angel brother bends his blown glass ear over the wall of eternity listening in on my sweet restless rathouse jam she entered peeling story-caked walls riding a lightning broom swept me out to half dippermoon bridge we swung downtown where waltzing heirs warmed six-figure derrieres above smorgasbord fires I faked all the right questions into hell’s Paradise panting at the emerald city ****** waiting beneath her olive skin gypsy thin cocktail feast ignoring the runaway beast and someone beamed—they make a great couple as we sweat to god’s blistering last-chance desperate romance bugle call my ragged sailor heart pirouetting out the hornpipe door over muddy cliffs on the way down a devil in white linen gown serving dark red obsession wine flaming flambé soft brown coconut limbs the fly doing backflips in a honey pot over the lava baked sea a million miles away the moaning rusted ship creaked like a red infection begging to be freed from the last ripples in a skin game port You knew all along prophet of the beautiful tracks That my ramble played in a forest of doom I surrender dear monk in the sad samba night that wind pushed me mountains away flushed me out of hiding in the prehistoric pubescent road-burnt grotto at the piano bar you played me like a thundering chord…till a midnight candle grabbed the shades and a fire came roaring down in flames we crawled like god’s sweet snails to the clear-as-a bell day glaring up to the dark blue smoke where a cherry red sunset angel rained wild woolen ashes down on love’s last twitch…applauding the singed curtain call live! live! ... he cried from his bongo perch on heaven street hot orange coals fading in the chilled breeze words we’ll never speak again you and I Unless fate has too much time to deal strange train cards this harp strung midnight reverie sad violins hijack innocent dreams and twist the arm of violet coated wishes In my hidden dark room holy candle blues… whispers of sea wind blowing