MUSICAL laugh, blind man bluff,
a malicious smile, with spectacles
coming from the north, west, south,
oh regal spirit with spider web
hands, dropp your pagan thoughts
into this cup, and watch, as we
all eat, dance, and sing.
Could this be the pied piper himself coming to town, lots in this a feeling of caution also Thankyou David Love Duncan
i'm picturing the sights fathered by the great tune: Southern Cross by CSNY. nice write, David.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi David, It sound like a bluff. Oh well, Excellent poem creative.