You are the silk and the velvet,
the brass pins and the honey.
You are the red nose on the clown
and the hush before the curtain rises.
You are the dog's sloppy tongue,
and the crust on my morning toast.
Contrarily, you are not the deep moan of the trees,
the new bright name tag,
or the first rain that washes away the chalk.
We both know you will never be the banana slug.
Thank God you're not the banana slug.
I don't doubt you might be last chapter of a story,
perhaps even that new car smell,
I might lose my cool though
if I discovered you were that confused rooster all along.
A casual glance will reveal in fact
that you have never been the soft fuzz on the peach
nor the nasty exchange between the client and the teller
I'm sure it will come of no surprise to you,
that of all the plentiful choices available,
I am the trusty spare tire.
By chance, I'm also the elephant's lungs,
as well as that sliver of sunshine through the clouds
and the broken weathervane on the forgotten barn.
I'm also the finely wrapped photo album
and the tallest tree in the patch of grass
Just remember, I'm not the silk and the velvet.
You are the silk and the velvet.
Only you are the silk and the velvet.
I suppose it's only fitting you're the brass pins and the honey as well
Love the VOICE infused throughout Keaton. You took Collins' conversational style, and turned it into YOUR conversational style. Some excellent lines-- "I might lose my cool if I discovered you were that confused rooster all along" (made me laugh). Also loved the sliver of sunshine imagery, and the broken weathervane on the forgotton barn. Unique, precise, detailed-- all good things.
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