Eyes darting across the
sunlit greens in some
weird old garden
look for the girl
with the sun in her eyes
and she's gone !
And under the warm spell of
the dancing sun that glitters,
with tickling thoughts I wonder
whether is it the shivering sky
or the bustling eye
that comes from the fairy tales?
Then beyond the trance
of perhaps strange plants
"What you doing?" I barely mumble
to the one with lucky nose ring.
Tickling knots in stomach flies.
"Learning to play guitar and sing"
And the meticulous management
that maintains the mechanism
malfunctions.
As electric shock fries and
completely destroys the clueless
rhythms of the beating center.
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