When In April

[jack_babalon]

A Well-Worn Story
In April, in April,
My one love came along,
And I ran the slope of my high hill
To follow a thread of song.

His eyes were hard as porphyry
With looking on cruel lands;
His voice went slipping over me
Like terrible silver hands.

Together we trod the secret lane
And walked the muttering town.
I wore my heart like a wet, red stain
On the breast of a velvet gown.

In April, in April,
My love went whistling by,
And I stumbled here to my high hill
Along the way of a lie.

Now what should I do in this place
But sit and count the chimes,
And splash cold water on my face
And spoil a page with rhymes?
~Dorothy Parker

Comments

Just wanted to say.

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

I adore Dorothy Parker.

[catwalk.livejournal.com]

ah, the pages i've spoiled with rhymes...

that picture makes me giggle and squirm, simultaneously.

[karis-straif.livejournal.com]

Woah... I knew you had the kink in ya after all.
Sucking face with gas masks!
Even I never thought of that one.
You prince of the perverse!
I think I need a splash of cold water myself.

[jackbabalon23.livejournal.com]

I'm way into the Kinks man. "You really got me" and "all day and all of the night" are seminal influences on the whole britpop scene and you can hear their influence in everything from the Stooges to the Smiths to Radiohead.

Not sure what that has to do with gas masks and Dorothy Parker though.