There was a time,
This is true, it's not a jape for sake of a good rhyme,
When I was a man about the town
And wasn't just another clown
Who knew what he wanted.
Those were the days
I reached the skies
Picked out the fruits
From the cool clouds.
A slight push of the hair,
A minor wink
And the whole goddamn world
Ringringringringringringring.
A deafening river
By my ear
As soft pillows,
Salty, wet,
(dusty even, Kathmandu air)
embraced each other
Back in our days
We knew
How to have fun
We held hands like little fools
By dying sun around the temples
We embraced,
So fucking horny
Oh so innocent.
Then the cops,
Oh the run run run.
Did I freeze,
Or did the world
Get bluer?
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