Madrason writer

(24-07-1967 / waalwijk netherlands)

A New Toots


In those sand dunes
hear them tunes
trying to tame a belly flame
and a horse from Karalkum
that out of a sandstorm came
passionate the air that flows
pass it on it really shows
trembling those lammellophones
just like Ennio's more icones
as if sounds are trying to shame
'Toots is going to change your name'
go on you will learn real soon
drip that music from your spoon
and that horse will be a man
thousand whorling bellies can
will persist in his refrain
from his sounds shall entertain
hundredthousands if you must
leave behind the desert's dust.

Submitted: Thursday, November 07, 2013
Edited: Friday, November 08, 2013

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