*a tune* going back to saddness again, i thought i wasn't losing my friend, i thought i'd be alone again, like i've been all along, a whispered song, the throat does dance in fire, my tongue like a lilac switch, the song of saints, the sinner's swell, the wicked yeast, the ecclipse of days, the tongue of lambs, the goat and frog's eye, a tooth in the buttons, my beautiful friend, my song stings the skin, the dream made flesh, the flesh of dreams, the bird of paradise, the robin's throat, the song of days gone by, the song's lament, the window gaze, the steeley glaze, the crusty hair, the stamps unlicked, a cache of dreams, the windows tear at the plane, the lead chips are cast, russian art minage a tois, the ringing of bells, the handmaiden's hands, the wet nurse's corpse, the corpse of the father and son, the holy ghost, the ghost's hands, the wet hands of the moist ghost, a ghost in wicked fall, seasonal guilt, wicked ghost, autumn hands, wicked guilt, autumn ghost, a skeleton betrayed, an exoskeleton exposed, exquisite jaguar nudity, the jaguar post, reading with jaguar eyes, archetypes of western understanding, western brotherhood, why can't the white man be poor? why can't he be sick? why can't he be mellow? why must he be bothersome? why must he be distressed? why does he bite down on his pen cap so hard? why does he inhale the fire water without end? why does he sell his grief to those not fortunate enough to have it for their own? why does the white man eat stake? why can't the white man eat yams? why does the white man wear a tie? why can't he wear nothing? why is he held so delicate in the holy ghost's wicked hands?