Black Dress, Black Cab

from A Wayward Mirror by Errant Boy

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In mid storm, I could warm to your hate.
Deliberate on your effortless style
and crack my desperate smile.

Jacquie S wears a little black dress to Stereolab.
She plays to the crowd's social leers,
overcomes her social fears,
goes home in a cab. A black cab.

Lately the tears must be beaten from me,
the region on drought alert.
Its eyes shut tight, dancing on the weight of mine.

Inarticulation, relaxed syntax evasion.
All you wanted was dough-re-me.
All I had was poetry.

The grass was greener
and the air was cleaner.
The water deeper
and your sleep much sweeter.

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from A Wayward Mirror, released April 1, 2016

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Releasing beautiful DIY sound since 2015. Home to beatniks Errant Boy, melancholitronic fiends Blue Tiles, dreampop troubadour Stephen McLaren and DIY pop mechanic Locked Hands.

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