The Picture Elbow

There's no light in my eyes
Though there are lights in the sky
There's no love for me on this train
There's no cocaine in this cocaine

There's no diving, no bombing and no heavy petting
No moon for the crooning, no sun for the setting
No road to the past
No ever forgetting your face

No canvassers, hawkers, salesmen or dogs
No wind in the willows, no phone in the box
No hair on the pillow
Cascading and framing your face

But there is a picture
Lost in the ethеr
Chewed to corruption
By the binary ocеans

Of you and I kissing, fizzing and hoping
Before the landslide
There is a picture
There is a picture

Grasping dignity's final thread
I hauled my body from your bed
Hollow echo down the hall
Slowly closing hotel door