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JEFF CALLAHAN: Music

Candelabra Nights

(Jeff Callahan)
Awaken with fire and forge on high heralding a tempest swindled sky.

Isolate the backwater haloed sand from devout scorpions on your wash stand before you ask me are your green fields gone. Are they gone?

Draw your wilting eyes from my frosted lights and corkscrew crucifix from my candelabra nights.

Panhandle for mouthfuls of grindstone dust tortured by a forlorn mistral gust before you ask me are your green fields gone. Are they gone?

Draw your wilting eyes from my frosted lights and corkscrew crucifix from my candelabra nights.

I once with treated tongue scrawled the word glorify along the quivering, terra cotta thighs of a black eyed Indian fancy then watched the moisture ascend in shimmering haze from the ardor of her rustlings.

Draw your wilting eyes from my frosted lights and corkscrew crucifix from my candelabra nights.

Dismantle a patchwork eternity on pillows of broken crockery before you ask me are your green fields gone. Are they gone?

Draw your wilting eyes from my frosted lights and corkscrew crucifix from my candelabra nights. Have you come to far to find your way back home? Tell me where you are. I have not the mind to roam. I have lost the heart to roam