Slam down my brain
nighttime in Andalucía
lift my head up
the place is unfamiliar
all the pretty dresses
giving me the eye
I'd pick up the pace
if I could find it
a million dreams won't help
solstice fun later
a lot of noise to follow
wine and wine etcetera
everything promised
everything felt
tap the mic and read
midnight comes and goes
a black cat sits there for an hour
stop and it runs away
(keep your million dreams
brave with a sense of humor
you're up next)
You're a braver man than me!
ReplyDeleteYou are kind.
DeleteNot so.
tremble and turn
ReplyDeleteshake the thing out
a cloud of chords shows how
a woman became a guitar
it took ages
shoes are pure percussion
witness the affliction
pain in the face
the call and the response
olé
ala
asa
aya aya yo
The Blue Guitar
DeleteSpanish childhood
still pervades my dreams
passion half-remembered
sometimes likes to visit