A Little Theory Of Time 2

LEMONIA / (F)LIP EDELTRAUD => BIG SOUTH WEATHER no. 3

HILLSIDE
Thursday Morning
28/2/2013

A LITTLE THEORY OF TIME 2

You are a meta-girl, my beauty,
Metallaxis is your technique,
You came to Crete to have your booty,
And then return to your own clique.

You are a meta-girl, my beauty,
Metamorphosing your good looks,
So, it's my cyber space duty,
To warn you of some serious crooks.

One of them is called Bill Hitchcock,
A French one Albert Camus,
Of course you know Alfred Hitchcock,
Another one, I think is... me,
(Pronounced the same way as Camus).

I miss you very much, my Google,
I cannot talk to you in prose,
I blow again my lonely bugle,
To find the name of the rose.

So, half for fun and half for serious,
Letter of love this could be called,
I hope that I don't sound mysterious,
I may be cool, but I'm not cold.

The day is braking as I write,
That we can call "another day",
We may be wrong but love was right,
And free to go or to stay.

I miss you very much my wiki,
But I don't know where is your site,
To hyperlink you on my dicky,
To penetrate your cyber night.

I miss you very much, my sorrow,
Even your pain I will miss,
London, last year, Hounslow borough,
That time you really took the piss.

And that's not even the first time,
You really took me for a ride,
Prop in your clever pantomime,
Main part by you, as a black bride.

Which night is it... you were interested?
Third of... September? First of... May?
Which night is it... you were molested?
I sympathize with your dismay!

I miss you so my summer wild,
Taking the piss just out of me,
I'm sure my words are rather mild,
To make you see what you don't see.

Therefore, I miss your scattered brains,
A story of love on them to plot,
Therefore, I miss you when it rains,
I also miss you when it's hot.

Sorry for been a little forthcoming,
Too many nights I was not,
Eighteenth of August, what a bumming!
It was not windy, but was hot!