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BLACK FLOWERS from the collection “My Baby’s Made A Monster Of Me”
The gramophone is broken but the music won’t shut off and I watched your silent movie and I swear I heard you cough. And I dreamt of melting silver and the pantry stripped bare and a chorus line of spiders went combing through your hair. A piano lingered over this shabby cabaret and the maidens stood like bowling pins as I held up a bouquet of your black flowers that I pressed between my pages. I’ve been holding them for ages now. Can you read me clear? Looks like we’re out of here. An umbrella opens slowly and confiscates the night and bends it to fit its will. You are out of sight. And the hours are compressed like the ground beneath your heel. Each minute melts its wax across your heart and it’s time to break the seal. If I had a wish for every window beneath your room I’d graze myself into the earth and from me all would bloom like your black flowers that I pressed between my pages I’ve been holding them for ages now. Can you read me clear? Looks like we’re out of here.
Written by Ryan J. Tressel
D.Morey: Trombone
RJT: Acoustic & electric guitar, voice, percussion, piano
Recorded September 2003
