October 2011
602 posts
O I forbid you, maidens all, That wear gold in your hair, To come or go by...
I came
all childlike, like, to the dark
lover, lover, lover
Who, ravaged by war, welcomed me
I am no Damo Suzuki
but I played a little tune on my flute
one, two, three tones descending
sounding almost like Little Walter
Hate to see you go