Alonejolie

Alone, still jolie... Because he Could and Did enjoy you. Even if you saw nil and yet From his strong Grave, he stands Heroic, wanted, and watching If not unsure, he waits, washed up in tinsel town lurching to January and the daily, cold rain. Killing the shivering aged, Laughing to mute the terror, Murmuring to snap-stop the laughter. No, nay, never, O, it's no nay never, no never, no more. Please pass the tear bottles, mine eyes delighted Quaintness, askewing our Reluctant rabble, Swishing serpentine, our five minutes famous. Tomorrow's displacements, and plain Untimely discourse undaunted, Vaults simpleton sayings into What our mind unravels, into noble Xenophonic gases, into how I know and how You show, every one last Zenith, leaves every one last queen, yet Alone still jeweled.