Tell me, oh tell me fair lady
The one that lives so far past the sea
Such disconnect from the west
A place where even time holds different pungency
And you’re strung out on the future
But I’m stuck on life’s complacency
Accidental Renaissance
A reaching out from God to Man
Michelangelo falling in love with Aphrodites
He and the wavy haired goddess
making love in the back of a van
The corner store between Fire Lake and Desolation Row
Where the casinos make no new poor men
And the economy is ripe but never truly grows
A quick train ride to New Orleans
And my love, I'm sure
She will meet me there
For she has the gusto to head west
Or the eyes to convince me to return East
Through the sea of time
And past the lands that harbor a fabled disease
But I think I’ll wait for her
here at the bar
Have her dirty martini ready for when I spot her from afar