It's been ten years now since the lights went down:
I was coming out of the sickroom suite: 
The name was faint, but her spark was fine, & there were 
no longer any shadows left to follow me.
From the poor lil' changer that fades away, 
A message from a diamond & she's smokin' on! 
He'd though he'd had a handle, but the load went down:
Busted up, found & broken out.
In the a.m. chalky light?: another 1/2-day-unmoved; 
A lost turn packed in a Knockando roller w/ the note & 
the news; 
A Showboat Motel, Casper night.
The river's high (& losing), 
I'll watch her flaming figure fly 
& burn on out @ your ruins 
As Felt belts out a warning of some spanish house I've 
known; 
Cut to the bone: 
quick to the queue.