Ragtime

Fate is Daisy Buchanan
Swing-jazz for blood
A-section like breeze in your hair
D-section like a market crash.

When I was young, I heard the cadence
through the cupboards and the floorboards
Now that I'm old, I hear the chorus
I, on the tracks. It, a cacophonic train.

She sings of ruination,
but, have you ever had her in your arms?
Back arched, hair touching the floor
Arms limp, fingernails scraping grime.

That's a moment of stasis.
you'll carry her your entire life.

You can look up her inner thigh,
but it lasts forever.

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