Imperial City Coins Clink In Your Pocket

  

Imperial city coins clink in your pocket
Orwellian flaws litter winter’s landscape
Thick fisherman’s sweater to fight the cold
Feigning steps upon the tragic lady’s cape
Black soot marring the evening sky
Told her you were king of Earth, not the salt
Misdirection will only get you so far in life
Lies & deception will still remain your fault

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Fell Out Of Another Sailor Bar

Fell out of another sailor bar

Pacific islands; dripping with sweat

The emotionally desperate & the forever lonely

‘Twas never a more perfectly matched set

A pocketful of money & nothing else to do

Looking for Salvation under the scarce shade

Nothing found but stale tobacco scents

A few more coins to avoid this here blade

A different life at the world’s end

Not used to walking upon the steady rock

Enjoy this time of watched freedom

Best stumble back before the end of the clock

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