Gengis Capote

(October,27,1968 / Havana, Cuba)

Delilah's Saddest Mausoleum

She was my friend for a season
A good-natured exchange compromise
Above all the things that were said and done
She was always the cue to the white ball of reason.
The white ball rolling sweet peace
Submitting the eight-ball down the grave-basket.

We never played billiards even once
She lived as wayfarer through canyons and valleys
That's how her dreams would speak through our nights
As I kindly listen to her enchanting moving lips
And never ever did I try kissing them for taste.

I think she could dance like a dragonfly, though
I never invited her to the ball to try.
I never bother to ask her until now,
Amidst 'Delilah's Saddest Mausoleum' wake.

She was my friend for a season.
Her name was Lady Delilah
My Chaos Delilah
İmpeded to dancing hath not by
The hellfire-boots on her feet.

Submitted: Thursday, May 26, 2011
Edited: Friday, May 27, 2011

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