forgive me, but these people
waltz towards a bottle of cheap champagne
in the night of unpaid electric bills -

a mantle of glory for my shivering sorrow's
treatise on the inane fiddler's melody
of forgetful answers,

while droplets of unseen sweat
bring on the tide of love 
to wash away beach words and extra pillows
before U.S.S. "Fuck!" 
cruises by...

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