- Erotic Poetry
- Getting Higher 2
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LEMONIA (F)LEAP EDELTRAUD => INTER-TEMPORAL: DISMANTLING BIG TIME
"AVRA PALM"
SATURDAY EVENING
27/9/2014
GETTING HIGHER 2
("YOUNG MUSIC")
I hear the rain steadily falling,
I'm praying that it carries on,
you may ask why I'm not calling,
it's not your vision but its clone.
You would not recognize this place,
you would be wondering, "So what?"
Lost like a fart in outer space,
corny love song, tuneless and flat.
Now it's darkness outside,
I have already had my meal,
we are all in, well fed and dried,
the night requires minimal skill.
It requires some illusion,
some absent vision which I'll forge,
as my non-substance contribution,
playing rebetiko with George.
Sure, you remember that dark guy,
beside me playing his guitar,
Monday nights always high,
"Doukiani" feast, full drunken bar.
High, my love, and getting higher,
my youngest pupil sings and plays,
I cannot find a multiplier
to calculate our lost days.
But still the audience applauds,
the rain is raging outside,
I just get rid of heavy loads,
wet dreams will never become dried.
The night is nearly at a close,
my youngest pupil and my best
is getting high by the applause,
this is young music, fuck the rest!
Doukiani = small bar or café in the old style
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