Canzone
I crisscross my feelings with a view
of street, people walking, some crazy looking, from a window
I crisscross my feelings with a view
of street, people walking, some crazy looking, from a window
lines which are the imitation of imagined veins
passing thru my quivering city
“your city?”
a box a camera with a one-track mind
behind it
can’t see too good
lumbering logging lonesome
lugging muggy weather
numbs my brain
Perhaps I’m kidding myself about
the life I lead
Sometimes I feel I’m dying
Airplanes take us where we’re going and leave us there, then take off for parts unknown on their own.