Men of old in shining armor,
Brand their swords and ride like thunder,
Cities quake; behold their tremor!
Xerxes turns toward Greece.
(composed while flying out of Berlin)
dim street colors
like brown barley rooftops
O afar, beneath this gray coloured day,
Hangs a ribbon of darkness, shadowed fiend,
Despite the attempts, I admittedly say,
All reproves seem endless.
Captivated, Elongated, Mitigated:
You're a lot of looming words,
I wish I understood.
You and me in a dream,
Make-believe, so it seems,
I'm lost in between.
We travled here when I was five.
Now I am ait, or so mum tells me.
I never thught this woud be a problem,
One adjacent to the other;
Whether nuclear warfare has started yet.
Well, this is certainly a katzenjammer.
Love, Logic, Lucid!
‘It’s just a green-eyed monster, kid.’
I can’t help it, she directs my dreams.
A roving couple, Parisian drifters,
Are speaking songs in tempo, tune,
Each sparkly note all purply-blue.