Chapter 9 L Original Version

As my Coltrane and your Iggy
Reach a harmonic convergence
You in a tied bow
Enjoying your incapacitation
Hiding out in a satisfyingly
Musical divergence
As I pass through a vow
Incapable of renunciation
Ice slides between fingers
Running down ivory lanes
Beige carpeted stairs
And an oak mantelpiece
They have no idea what you are
The numbness seems to linger
As I control your brain
And everyone swears
You’re still innocent though you please
So easily, so intentionally
By fighting the urge to sully
Your good name
My perfect pet
Clothed in torn strips of pink
Shiny in my brooding
In perfect control
Incapable of attempting to complain
Feeling the wet
As I edge toward the brink
Coltrane is protruding
Into the mood and my soul
The contrast of pink on ivory
And I flash on muddy waters
Realizing we go further back
Then I would have thought
Wondering if you know the story
The wax couldn’t be hotter
As I return to the current track
For the one blue train I’ve caught