misturn of fortune

                                    (1)


    the last green butterflies out of my pocket
    light i go up a down going escalator
    dizzy i go up the highway of rain
    crazy i go up in black smoke

    only yesterday my skyscrapers were
    crossing the street on a red light
    i didn't sit tight in my suburb how dumb
    today you can call me a bum


                                    (2)


    before i die streetful and homeless
    when air will bite my lungs
    will i care that thoughts in my hat
    used to be sharper than frost

    when sleeping in a forgotten corner
    of a full of abuses station
    hoping for heat to be turned on
                                            on that night
    will i care that my heart
    used to be warmer than sun

    on that night streetful and homeless
    will i die "happy" remembering that
    on the sunny side of Earth
    each moment was equally rotten


                                    (3)


    you've listened to me
    with your mouth hanging open
    the payment is due
    now spare me a quarter



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W. Holsztynski
  ©   1982~1988