Lindsay Cooper from Graveyard Sex by Chris Connelly

LINDSAY COOPER

ALL BREATHE THE PERSPEX AIR
THE ENGINE WHERE
COMPOSER’S LUST,
PAGE TURNER IN
HER DRESS, AT BEST

WOOD FEEL THE FINGERS ON
A WOODWIND SOUL
TOO FRAUGHT THE POLITICS
STOPPED THE SCRIPT
YOU PURSED YOUR LIPS

PLEASE DON’T CONNECT YOUR NIGHTS
THE HAND’S DISDAIN
OF SPEECH AND LIGHT
AND MOMENTS PASS
BEFORE YOU TRY TO ASK

LONG SHADOW BETWEEN THE BOWS
AND DRUMS AND STARES
ITALIAN AIR
WILL RAISE THE RED
AND DONNA WAVES TO LINDSAY

DON’T CONNECT YOUR NIGHTS
NO TIDE IS TWILIGHT
PULL YOU OUT OF CRUELTY
YOUR CORE IS FIGHTING
YOUR CORE IS FIGHTING
DON’T CONNECT YOUR NIGHTS

AND NOW THE REED IS TANGLED
IT CANNOT PLAY ITSELF
SOFTLY IT MOCKS YOU
A PURGATORY
OF ORCHESTRAL ECHOES
THEATRE GHOSTS
CRUMBLING TRAVELLED ROADS
DON’T CONNECT
BUT THE NIGHTS ARE NOW CONNECTED
THE WOODWIND ALL DISSECTED
THE BRAVERY OF SEX
THE BRAVERY OF GENDER
THE BREVITY OF A LIFE

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