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A silence in the music
My head throbbing to the intoxicated beat
Of a Sunday morning
Fresh from the razz.
I beg as I slide form my husk,
Soft and drenched in spidery lace,
Silken beads
Swap new words for mine
And ride the switch back line,
Through my aching mind.
The carriage lurches,
Turning in the gloom,
The trans-oriental express,
And what is Other
The Oriental woman,
With her hazy mystique.

Good night my love,
You looked stunning tonight,
You know that?