Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Palm Springs Song




Dry/the desert heat/shimmered toward the sky/a prism of madness/that everything should be ok/as music was dying/turbines stood at attention/like soldiers/never knew there was so much wind/in the desert/it blows through my mind/And I think Elvis swam here/in this house/with all the angles/sharp against a voluptuous mountain/I sat stoned/heat drying my brain/reading about how I should be/how I should proceed in this life/always a problem/for a Libra/who can't hear the song/of her heart




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