the ******* rain is falling
like the gods are *******
i was good at dancing..

ask anyone
some took exception
but when one is young..

sort of a fred astaire
dee dee
on lsd

sometimes i was lost
and hid in the toilet
sometimes the moon

on the sea
the scented breeze
i thought god loves me

must be
why doubt
i felt the moment

and understood it´s
cost
soon be gone

choice was paltry
stars are falling
because

stars were born
there was strange days
but not strange

as these
so before
and after

before it lapses
into
meaningless twaddle

and perhaps
forget
everything

**** my pants
shriek
and wail

beauty is still
beauty is true
beauty is me

beauty is you
beauty is
beauty..