Bolan sings Dylan,
Dayan's on the Golan
the radio's howling
"Caroline"

Back in a time back to front
where the future we hunt
shoos us away.

McGuire's in the evening
bleeding,
the Magic Dragon's on the run
Summer in the City is like
Summer in the Sun
only colder.

what now?
Telegram Sam with electronic spam?

Still busy reading the instructions
destruction's a hard thing
to master.
but I'll get to the burn out
worn out
and turn up in top hat
and tails.

I am a fine man
I love life everyday
And people come from miles around to love life with me
You see we laugh and joke around yeah and party every day
From the great days of January
February march April and May
You see I party with the young dudes and I party with the poor
If a rich snob wants to party with me I will throw him out the door
Man how much I love life
And everything in it yeah mate yeah I like television and art and crafts and writing silly songs
I love life when I hear the Big Ben chime out ding **** ****
I am a fine Person I love life every day
And as I get up from my sleeping bed I feel like a big party
I watch television that really makes people understand how good they are
Whether you drive a big truck
A motorbike and a nice motor car
When I watch music shows
I learn how to really
Love life
They get down and party party
Just like Johnny O'keefe and Jimmy Barnes David Campbell
And the great gazoo
I love life a lot of the time
I want to have fun oh yeah oh yeah and that is what I do

a flame of fire out of the midst of a bush…*
Exodous 3:2

My love
you are a match
that sparks.

Your legs
are fireworks;
your thighs
speak promises;
your arms
hold wonders;
your dress
opens into
paradise;
your face,
a fanfare
of light.

You ignite
this needy 
old body
once more.

It explodes
and I burn
like the Bush.

Holy fire.

Imagining a beginning
winning the battle but not the war

I paint doors on walls and
walls on doors
more for them to complain about

can't be in and
don't want to be out.

Electric trains fry your brains
but they'll blame it on your mobile
while they build more trains to
fry more brains and
everyone goes senile.

Meanwhile in corporation tenancies
men will be thankful for
girls with their hair in curlers

(That's a bit sixties)

Remember the new wave before the next new wave washed it away
feels like yesterday but when was that ?

We're passing
Passing through the long narrow roads
Together
Like a skirt with odorless tulips
On a bike
You are pedaling
My chin closed to your shoulders
I want to yell in your ear
I don't like my childhood
But you
The marry go round 's still
rounding in your eyes
Like the memory of the grilled maize
Hot and sweet
I turn
my back leaning on yours
Looking at the sky
The sun loosing its light on each tree one by one
And I ask :
The grandma hasn't told any
stories for a long time, has she ?
-no answer heard-
And you keep on pedaling
And I
Always suffering from the pain of ******
Send my regards to the crows
and tell them that the scarecrows
are not alone they just play roles
My doll has been sleeping since
the last time I heard my voice
-Lullabies matched with her dancing-
Say more
I'm happy
cos I put my head on the pillow
smelling my odor at night
-I'm happy-



می گذریم
با هم می گذریم
از جاده هایی باریک و بلند
چون دامنی که نقش لاله های بی عطر و بو را دارد
بر چرخی نشسته ایم
تو پا می زدی
چانه ام به شانه هایت نزدیک است
می خواهم در گوشت فریاد بزنم
کودکی هایم را دوست ندارم
ولی تو
هنوز در چشمانت
چرخ و فلک می چرخد
چون خاطره ی بلال ها
...داغ و شیرین
برمی گردم
در حالی که پشتم به تو تکیه داده است
به آسمان نگاه می کنم
خورشید
تک به تک
از درختان جا می افتد
)) : و سؤال می کنم
مدتیست که دیگر مادربزرگ قصه نمی گوید !!؟
هان !؟
-پاسخی نشنیدم-
تو به راهت ادامه می دهی و
من
همیشه از درد پریود رنج می بردم
از قول من
به کلاغان سلام برسان
و به آن ها بگو
مترسک ها تنها نیستند
خوب نقش بازی می کنند
از آخرین باری که صدایم را شنیدم
عروسکم به خواب می رفت
-لالایی هایی که با رقصیدنش کوک شده بود-
و باز هم بگو
خوشحالم
وقتی شب ها موقع خواب
سرم را روی بالشتی می گذارم
که بوی مرا می دهد
-خوشحالم-