o madrid, dice VALE!

the cursor blinks on the screen
i want to tell you everything

here the phone line ring
you are calling
oh but now im balling
all this up
to bounce it around
and sink a shot downtown
to elude the frown and leave the clown

to look for one of his shoes

that, like me
is lost in a sea of desire
burning up yea, oh fire
rage on rage on
burning and rolling and rising and smoking
sometimes to regenerate
sometimes to renegotiate
the hand the field the seed the sea
stones

are meaning

and in my blankness
beating like time ticking waiting
and wicking the impatience
as it hangs coldly in the air
perhaps for me to stare
at the words
i would never dare
say