Trip Doors


(A Pantoum)

Strange days, waiting for the sun.
Touch me — the changeling, wild child.
Land ho, Indian Summer, five to one.
Spanish caravan, Peace frog reviled.

Touch me — the changeling, wild child.
Horse latitudes, my eyes have seen you.
Spanish caravan, Peace frog reviled.
Tell all the people of Shaman’s blues.

Horse latitudes, my eyes have seen you.
Tonight you’re in for a special treat.
Tell all the people of Shaman’s blues
At the Hyacinth house on Love street.

Tonight you’re in for a special treat.
The hill dwellers light my fire
At the Hyacinth house on Love street.
(You need meat) don’t go no further.

The hill dwellers light my fire.
Land ho, Indian Summer, five to one.
(You need meat) don’t go no further.
Strange days, waiting for the sun.

Copyright (c) 2016 Tom Arnone

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