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Sharing a Gibson with Martin Luther King Jr.

All the leaves have turned to leather

I have lost faith in the spring

Withered like a dark balloon

I hear no robin sing

Ushered with no shower still

Oh the rain falls off the eaves

And a rim of shady light

That forms these patterns on my hands

I can see your ring

Is it camouflaged or etch

Tell your king

From me this errand sent

To call such a hole

In the kingdom of the Lord

That we are afraid

Where there is no fear

Oh he fell into a slumber

And did not wake until the dawn

To see a band of orange clouds

Cross the middle of the sky

He got into a fluster

He felt a tightening in his leg

With such finesse he waived a hornet

From a wine glass

And tiny fluffs of the feathered life

And you wander forth

With your insolence and wine

The fruitless mourn

To whom that cannot hear

What the fuck am I doing here

In the ghettos of Chicago

Amid the poverty and despair

Inside the game hens

Were the giblets in a plastic bag

A cocktail which consisted of

His gin and her vermouth

Garnished together with pearl onions

And dying eyes gleamed forth their ashy light

Tiny fluffs of the feathered life

And you wander forth

With your insolence and wine

A fruitless mourn

To whom that cannot hear

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