A bit mystical
or like
flamenco on the
classical
and it's
all beyond me.
I try to hotwire some
love from
the bush that's on fire
while Moses,
a face set like stone
stood all alone
takes tablets
for his
indigestion.
And I have a question
for him
unformulated as yet,
but I don't want to forget so
I write him a memo,
somehow in Toledo where
the steel is so sharp
a girl plays the harp at
the feet of Cervantes
and the windmills go round
in my head.
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 11:39 AM UTC
A bit mystical
or like
flamenco on the
classical
and it's
all beyond me.
I try to hotwire some
love from
the bush that's on fire
while Moses,
a face set like stone
stood all alone
takes tablets
for his
indigestion.
And I have a question
for him
unformulated as yet,
but I don't want to forget so
I write him a memo,
somehow in Toledo where
the steel is so sharp
a girl plays the harp at
the feet of Cervantes
and the windmills go round
in my head.
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