Ode to Leonard and Federico

[Georges]

Suzanne like, she came to your place near the river
Mask in hand, you could never love her or even forgive her
As the skyscrapers sank like pints in the blood orange sun
You were not the passover but the solitary only one

Watching and waiting for the card that is so high and wrong
You managed to curse the Hallelujah in a spiritual and special song
Tambourines and sharp clastanets in the strains of If it be thy will
Echoed and serrated itself on the blood red window sill

Rags of light and the potiental plummage of South American feathers
You stuck your Dracula lips on him in a homage to be together
Caked in the Tarrentino standoff, of the aimed guns
The sisters of Mercy were not the only real forced Nuns

Dead under the bridge with wrists like Helicon, arterial, waterfalls
You searched for your identity in the halls of the empty halls
Cast into song like the fable of the Famous blue raincoat
Your body was lifeless, yet managed to stay perfectly afloat

Symmetry as foretold and the crooked stoop in the Chelsea hotel
A dying matador and the take the waltz of the living hell
The lemon scents and the crabs and the Moon controlling the whole
Plaguarise your virus and written words into my complete soul

Georges.