The Fool On The Hill

There are times... always are times...
times in times
spinning around the circle
stars around and a axis that never ends
there is a spike and a thorn
and a big misunderstanding
and fishes and cats
and a coat of fur, silky and warm
and warm and little noons
and big and chilly mornings
coffe or tea? perhaps milk and chocolate?
sometimes a walrus smiling between rum and vodka,
stealing your cigarrettes and giving ice cream back
whatever comes, the mountain arises there,
but is nothing to worry, deepers oceans we have crossed.
some tomato and tuna with your lettuce,
or is enough just a kiss and a hand in your hips?
came on... let's talk a little more,
and make this old cat jump like a kitty again.

Kisses to you...
and listen to my radio ok?

;)