Hoy es el aniversario de la muerte de Frank Sinatra. Escuchen una canción y que las damas se deleiten con este poema.
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SAINT SINATRA
“Saints are the most excellent of voices, the most brilliant of stars.”
–Cardinal Avery Dulles
Croon to me, Baby,
blue-eyes smiling,
So Easy to Love
Night and Day,
skinny legs draped
in gabardine as you sway
sweet and easy, singing.
The mike your attribute,
lucky close to those lips,
In other words, baby, kiss me.
I’ve Got a Crush on You, Sweetie Pie,
You, Sicilian Saint of Song,
the one girls pray to when we lie
awake, pictures of boys in our heads,
each of them holy-card pretty as you
only In the Blue of Evening.
You and the Night and the Music
much more than we can stand,
we fall to our knobby knees,
genuflect to your smooth
slide down the scale of desire,
a true tune we know and can’t carry.
O Hoboken Hero of Eros,
Star-eyed Stranger in the Night,
Pray for us, Sinner. Sing us alive.
Take these Valentine hearts from our hands.
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