Foul Weather Fare - Mode Moderne

I`m proud to watch you when you`re at your best

Calm, cool incarnate, statuesque

all my friends love you and wish you well

you`re wise but unrefined, enviable

Tail to feline, marrow to bone

depth to your breath

your words to my soul

You`re bold faced lies, obsession at large

breath left prose on bathroom mirrors

foul weather fare

Moral at outset from boot to chest

published paintings of the old west

or desert grotto all silent and clear

opulent, crimson, sunken mirrors

Tail to feline, feather to wing

blood in my heart

to hear you sing

your bold faced lies, my obsession at large

your breath left the sweetest prose on my mirror