Intangibles For "lolita"
I am a man of simple taste
An island child
And talk to my neigbors face to face
Where lush trees beguile
Birds, not man.
I have seen trees smoking
In lime kiln fires
Just for crossing a man's desire.
I want more than ashes
Plumed
In the kaleidoscope of fire.
Here with dull keyboard
That cackles clicking strange
Sounds, I make sterile music
That communicate to living
Breaths of fresh air
In far away places I do not know
And wish there was a riverbank
Our flesh upon the soft grass
Come to pass
Like an island dream
Hidden things unwing the mind to fly
Comrades behind a distant screen
Of chips and fragmented light
Fall alone
Each divided hour
Do I truly yearn alone
To meet my friends
And make a paradise
Forever?
My only hope of immortality here
Is what you remember
Of my peasant songs.
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