This red engine on the twenty seventh
I guess it's red and cooking dinner
I attempt to blacken it summertime
I yearn to see blue rivers in jeans and jacket
But oxygen has its no-soul
A head-start-on-me-student analyses
My redness and my eggs, raw and exposed wanna join me
For Royal Jelly and a sense of belonging
Daft thing to do, for
The outstretching limb, limp arm gesture of
Warmth is not welcome...i know
My reaching out is snuffed out
My Love, once mechanical, now kaput
Psst...say nothin' about these grizzly fruits
Steal the mulatoo body...not good this really
Puppets are fair game though, but now it's
Time for art games and songs to hum
Along to
Tara...to this...to
This walking off-cut, this black and gigantic off-cut
Walks
Descends the bridge, the bridge's concentric circular path
Is the route inward, downward for the beast
To the city, the city's innards are family to
Beast, the Russian family has fire in belly
Not far from the bridge, i'm to be found on the roundabout
Get out from the bar and ring me..se e que
Me entende