you’re in italy. the streets are covered with cheese. gold
i’m a golden accordion, stretching out into the dark blue night.
blue night. sky. shooting star sprays gold on my lips.
remember me at the colosseum, cats in shoots, holes broods.
cesare harlochinny. can he and i be friends?
golden accordion, yellow keys bright dandelion in the sky roam. rome.
carved streets. bricks. capers. lovely dances behind my eyes you give me. rome.
hmmm smell in the spring coming towards us. alive. alive.
seeds in breads. outside no shoes. sun golden keys a valse d’amelie. a singer window singer.
This article appears in May 2009.
