| . | Horns and Helen of Troy You opened your horn I fell mind over matter into the hungry tale spinning from your mouth your heart, your German brass. . Notes too heavy for this realm float to a level above paradise. I hitch a soul colored ride. . Your mouth cupped all the discovered lands your voice gave them to me. . People talk the way they always do in comfortable round syllables with this pleasure they don't know . is passion until you have gone around the world in 8 minutes never falling off the edge . of the altar at which you pray that they will someday dream this melody again, that their bones will ache with the cries of men that fell at the wiles of Helen. . You give the songs again and always again your blood is new every time. I pick up a napkin stained of you and watered margarita because I have to, because it is all I can take all I have to show for my reincarnation. ©All text is copyrighted and may be reproduced only with the express permission of the artist, all profits from reprint, transmission, etc., are the property of the author. Thank you.... |