Za's Stair - Astoria

They struck in wistful bands
Flailing for lost summers
Now sepsis and the barren sands
Will keep them well-encumbered

Magic elbows, swift bedfellows
Marshy mallows framing gallows
And pieces of Big Sur
It all becomes a blur

Their memory will beseech you
To loosen-up your blight
The tide marks of paranoia
We have to read them right

Empty saviors, different flavors
Flashy adverts claim cadavers
We're seeing many fins
Arise beneath our shins

The have so much to teach you
Flailing for lost summers
Their magic will unleash two
Planetary bummers

Their name is like a gory word
In movies late at night
They're going to make Astoria
The seat of karmic sight

Written by:
Frank DiPietro

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