I don't even know what to say anymore
I've used the word word and words
too many times and I'm in
something of a rut
dominated by a state of nigh infinite flux
the problem is I'm aiming an empty gun
at yellow iron ducks, red horned devils
thinking the same few thoughts again, again,
again, stuck casting such dark spells
spinning the wheel, ever on the carousel
all i do is cast dark spells
all i do is tell true stories
as if they were tall tales
when i could scribe my life
as if it were fiction

Don't look at me
with those hypnotic eyes
forcing me to fall weak

Don't speak to me
with that entrancing voice
that portrays lies, spells that lures me to you

Don't hold me
with that enchanted touch
that keeps me spellbound

Don't kiss me at night
with the moon bright outside
as it gives you power and temptation

Don't try
for I know the truth
I know what you are

The words cast spell, please don't tell and create hell...

Alone in the jasmine scented balcony,
letting oily darkness rub all over me
( sensual ointment to subdue my ****** unease)
my heart was full of echoes of  beloved moon
(which one of them would appear soon
to wash me in the copious shower of love)

In a moment she appears in a resplendent gown
making darkness melt and dissolve,
clambering up the stairs to get near me,
one moment earlier, she can

As she, my woman, like a new moon
was about to wield  her spell on me,
with wonder I see the full moon herself
clad in her diaphanous gown of fluffy clouds.

She comes up on the stairs of a mountain,
one by one, spilling the brilliance of her heady spell,
all over my lovelorn tantalized being.

Between the spells of two beloved moons
tell me , how could I not lose gravity
I swim  in the sweet sea of an ecstatic swoon

I got a big red digital watch, from Paraguay
Sandels a short sleeve shirt, shorts, change, smoke a cigarette
I am standing looking out to sea
Wandering how it must have been
To be moored there for six days
In the sun and the sand and the rain and the sun and its flames
burning