i lost my ice cube
in the sand
how ridiculous
the old pipe-smoker
with glass bones
i saw him walking
i saw him walking
he use to paint me
wearing the red dress
incredibly french dress
of
black eyes of the voracious butterfly
ablaze again the unspotted wings of phoenix
rousing the mystical scent of ashes
tempting eyes and tempting wings
lonely red flower
emerge from dust and