Blake Mills
Three Weeks In Havana
I married Susannain a place called HavanaThe autumn breeze carried me awayThe heat and fog around me leavingSweet and vacant were the daysTruth and honestycan be two very different thingsA truth can be carelessly confessedAnd honestly, the truth:I do not ask, for fear it's what I'll getOut there in Havana,paint peels like bananaThe idol is loved and misplacedGlimmering fronds of a royal palmshelter now the unattended faceHeadless bird on a jungle spear!No, we're not playing games herePerhaps it'd be best if we moved alongThe dream ends suddenlyThe spirit leaves a hint, a gift, a songSo I buried Susannain a place called Havana
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