Phantasmagoric Reality
I am a realistic woman,
a grandmother, a mother
and a child, crying wild
when diapers are wet, smelly, or full.
Mom will wash them or buy new dry.
Good Gracious, Fruit of the Skies,
Caramba! return back from the samba
or go to Zambia with flutes, as loots
play your Timba in the City of the Angels
come and dance for the whole world.
Harken. the echo of the universe,
play the violin or piano when terse
You can curse your lute and flute
and not stop till time passes by.
Try not to die from a stick in the eye
or if you are smart follow the myth
of Adam and Eve and say good bye.
Fantastic Forms or Reality
So you want to dig into me, about
the fight between Devil and God,
about the demonic lies or honest truth
that lives in us and all about the stars.
Some people adore the Devil and more
modern cars better than mothers lips and eyes.
Just a few honest and useful tips:
choose first your God, demigod, or Devil
in his hand let yourself go by the River Lethe
or choose God and nothing demi nor Devil
who swims and bathes in rivers
while God flies high
through the pure blue skies.
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