The Lesson

Tiny rainbows in my head have twisted, turned and slightly spread bleeding o'er his ivory bed homogenized to a brownish red.

As I lay a lifeless centerfold I hear my story being told from lips to metal to the ether's hold 'til heavy vinyl; stiff and cold.

If feeble fortunes you do find bring soldiers forth of an evil kind, your limbs and legends they would bind like the fool whose devil's contract signed.

Such lovers stretch their arms aplenty to capture those in rows of twenty. Meeting one will hand you many and cost you twice a sinner's penny.