Wind Quartets
The wind quartet howls softlyMy jeep hand strokes her necklace
Crusted, crammed with old Etruscan gold.
Her bird head torn with summer
Inspects a Spartan runner
Robbing time a chosen Prince of Speed
My goblet drenched with Autumn
Tears for my dead cat Ena
Silver Surfer sorcerer of spray.
She headed deep in chartreuse
A falcon glimpse of white teeth
Separated by lace cinnamon folds.
We hid and rid in hansom
Cab wrenched from lost Byzantium
Lordlett who once held the earth In chains.
Losowe piosenki:
Ladies Man
Philosopher's Beer Drinking Song
I Turned Into A Martian
The Kind of Girl I Could Love
Son De Cuba a Puerto Rico
Drunks and Children
Let Me See
I Don't Need A Man To Live With