Pule you, the Sun, big yoyo game
jump there & back, cry the lemon rain
what cannon did shot you up the sky
whitening water, desired, mine
see, you're a prey for a casket hunter
do hide behind your melodic mantra
after all, what's still to ensue?
uncertain I stand in deal with you
...
temper of scarlet blooms into a rose
before they pump you with twilight dose
(night after night, alone, in dark
pillow to right - empty and stark)
...
Know, you're a sensor of the Sire
blind and wicked, satan, liar
come, slog a tower they begot
blonde the jitney, an eye of god
muse that coloured her hair salmon
thorazine dreaming, back to life seldom
caprice you - the Sun - until day's done
we got no sex with you,
nor fun...
=== October 26th, MMIII ===
Caprice You The Sun
© Copyright: Сергей Хитряков, 2011
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