A Doll I Can Afford To Admire From Afar Poem by Christopher P. P. White

This music transports me to a noir America
With sin deep in its heart
And dirty brown liquor in its mile long veins.
And at the front—
Centre stage
Is her,
The feather and sugar of a time I was
Too unborn to live in.
At least I've got this record and these
Eyes
And these fantastic ears.
I will put her on when my throbbing addiction
Can't go on without her.
She'll sing for hours and I'll hear her puppy dog confession
And I'll see those puppy dog eyes
And I'll probably have a stroke
From the beauty I can't afford to live without
Or the dirty brown liquor
Or even the soft blood red lips
And the innocent white flowing dress
That the doll I admire wears
During the performance of a lifetime;
God bless America and its vices.