Do you hear when we dance, Mr. Mojo?
We are riding the demon of solo.
This restless fiesta – the harvest of pain,
Where souls filled of demons erotically gain.
Your short life like legend whispers in storm,
When it is felt you just don’t stay ignore.
Miami’s performance – unbreakable law,
I can’t help but wonder – what’s outside that door?
Among the stars you shoot before
How does it feel behind the door?
The new generations don’t scream: “Hurrah!”
They still remember to sing you today,
All faces are passing and crossing the line,
The ravens are eating the garbage of time.
Unspeakable desert covered with rhymes
has been observed by your curious eyes.
What a damn! Lizard King, let’s cheers and dance more
And maybe you show me – what’s outside that door?
Among the roads you chased before
How does it feel behind the door?
To Jim Mr. Mojo
© Copyright: Полина Лымарь, 2013
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