Instant Illumination
You say you see words
They roll down my spine
They glitter
They flow
They melt into wine
See a little girl jumping
Promoting her stile
So pretty
So lonesome
So lost for a while
Se an Angel that covers Tom Dooley’s mirage
See a changing
A floating
In women’s remarks
Tell me what do you see
Is it all about me?
You say in spring you’re fond of roses
Dark was the night
When you’ve heard about Moses
A blossom is something you really don’t know
And I am the one
You’ve chosen to show.
I am fond of your words
How they prepare my fall
I’am fond of an ashtray in a four-dimensional hall
Swirling’ round some old Greek pillar
Or some in a renaissance style
Remembering Leon (Da Vinci)
For a while
Cocoon is something else you say
I’ve heard about puppets and all about Che (Guevara)
Four coins to the kitchen
And no prohibition
Memories are like pearls
In the fur of a big wet beast
You see them and you don’t
They shine and they won’t
When the water is pouring down the fur
The future is spit out
Says ” I am ready my Sir!”
Want to meet you tonight
In our old fancy ways
One long green candle
Dinner’s prepared
But no host has been murdered
There’s a whistler in the rain
The piano is playing
The player’s insane
White is the table
And red are your cheeks
We’re talking about Jesus
Your body gets week
The clock strikes twelve
Magdalena is coming
In an old Roman ‘Stola’(Stole)
Starting to sing a song about Lola
You tease me
I kick you
The servants bring meet
You push me
I miss
To kiss
The bliss on the seat
Warm is the wine
That flows down your spine
You say
You
See