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in the pulsing
of a blue stream
till the ache lead
to a red pool
where the vein broke
and a lie bled
love
now your lips pursed
in the orchard
under moonlight
with an arm stretched
for a branch
with a ripe, white
plum
in the pulsing
of a blue stream
till the ache lead
to a red pool
where the vein broke
and a lie bled
love
now your lips pursed
in the orchard
under moonlight
with an arm stretched
for a branch
with a ripe, white
plum
Stuart is not touring at this time.
Razor-sharp improv. Lurking amid the minutiae of his observations on life and the Universe are some startling insights. Davis pulls off the most elusive of party tricks...Even the gods were grinning.