An evening at Zoom music club
Sex hides everywhere, in two dark eyes,
in high-dressed hairs, in a long black coat,
in two pretty faces.
Which of these things produce truer sex?
Boys who love boys are like bats, blind and timid.
Blind they drive towards their aim.
A pair of girl’s eyes are watching me.
You brilliant eyes
in your beauty head
Come out to me
or go to hell.
These eyes are getting tired of hanging around.
A long black coat is coming on my feet.
The smiling of the face inside the coat
stops the moving of my feet.
Water-drops are moving on the walls.
The music is moving in the room.
The people are moving to the music.
My eyes are moving to two pretty faces.
dark hair, there’s a laughter in her eyes
blond hair, strong (?) face
Lights of the city, lights of the stars,
lights of the cigarettes, lights of the cars.
I wanna hold you
in my arms.
— She’s standing up, she’s leaving
a meeting of tired eyes
I can’t remember when it was.
We were afraid to touch you. Oh!
Run to the mirror in the bathroom and look!
She is coming in here
the dark-red hair, the blue pants,
the smiling of your mouth …
I rather like to change my beer,
You’re the one catching money.
You left your seeds while I was sleeping
through centuries of moving
But you’re the one I want to come