By B.K.
Date: 2006 Jul 22
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Neon Melancholy


The lights are flickering
While the Corgis
Do a little bickering of their own
The wind is howling
While Rachmaninov is pounding keys
In a melancholy tone
It's been hotter than hell
And tonight this rebel gal
Is hating being alone
So she drags out the ink
Gives the paper a drink of cuss and moan
Then slides into a soft spot
Waiting for him
To take her mind and body home