Published :Sunday, 23 August, 2015, Time : 12:00 AM View Count : 15
What we had wanted - silence, through the centuries of El Dorado, discreet charms of the bourgeoisie, saturnine - but the streets are full of gold and blood, cities full of lonely people - all we had yearned for become little tattoos and dangle down the cheeks of forever - where bugles dream of rice and love, soldiers dream dreams that rich people dream - of increments and royalty, blue blood flowing like wine through blue glasses,
but if I get love I will break the blue glasses I will pee on the blue wine and stand by the banks of the Nile and wave my wand made of freedom and stand at the brink of all beginning and end and wave my flag made of dreams and maybe do a little jig or two on the sides with rumple-tilt-skin who loves me, who feeds my soul.