Leather So many theories of life "An old casino in the park," Stevens wrote, in Havana To the students of the sun Where he sought comfort Some say there is no death Life is the beating sun From which we cannot escape It burns us till our skin peels Or is peeled by night, like an orange The night we say is a goddess Undoing the sun like a slave Life is that old casino, where The games go on and on Under the sun, undone by the moon Whipped with a strap of leather
Posted on: Mon, 30 Sep 2013 06:46:53 +0000
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