Soft Soap Purrings I hear soft soap purrings from voices quivering with hate. I see KKK tatooed on the fingers of a young boy. I see horse faced evangelists speaking with aplomb. I smell rutabaga, black eyed peas and ham on my plate. I see salacious smiles and I hear in the wind a roman a clef. I hear sagacious quackery from soft soap psychiatrists. I see the Idiot boy who saved the day. I smell a round of drafts at the corner bar. And hear laughter in a small circle of light. And I feel building a bildingsroman. I taste the salt air from high waves at Southport. I hear the voice of Blackbeard buried in the sand. I see Petrarch with his Laura REFRAIN And me with mine Dante with Beatrice Beside a land mine I touch the White Cross tall by the pier. And hear the death rattle of Geronimo. And the purring of a kitten in the alleyway. I see Van Gogh in a field of crows. I hear Thomas Wolfe cry, You cant go home! And E.A. Poes Never Nevermore! And Madame Bovary as she fusses and frets As I drift toward the elixir of life; loves imagination! I see the Trickster dance round his circumstance Hear the poets singing drunk in the streets And a Dixie Hummingbird fluttering on stage Writers spilling their guts on the printed page As a trawler drifts on a soft summer wave I see Petrarch with his Laura REFRAIN And me with mine Dante with Beatrice Beside a land mine I hear soft soap purrings from voices quivering with hate. I see KKK tatooed on the fingers of a young boy. I see horse faced evangelists speaking with aplomb. I smell rutabaga, black eyed peas and ham on my plate. I see salacious smiles and I hear in the wind a roman a clef. I hear sagacious quackery from soft soap psychiatrists. I see the Idiot boy who saved the day. words & music by Bruce Piephoff, Piephoff Music, ASCAP Title track on 2014 CD, Soft Soap Purrings
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