world of wonders...
somewhere a saxophone slides
through changes
like a wet pipe dripping down
my neck
gives me a chill -- sounds
like danger
but i can't stop moving till
i cross this sector (of this...)
world of wonders...
there's a rainbow shining in
a bead of spittle
falling diamonds in rattling
rain
light flexed on moving muscle
i stand here dazzled with
my heart in flames (at this...)
world of wonders...
moment of peace like brief
arctic bloom
red/gold ripple of the sun
going down
line of black hills makes
my bed
sky full of love pulled over
my head
world of wonders...
(TORONTO, 6/85)
Marco Giunco |
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