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| Flow Chart 60 x 80 cm - acryl on board |
THE LUNATIC IS ON THE GRASS
Which is a
good place for anyone
to be--it’s
so hot--beneath the trees, dozing
in some
dreamless void of foliage and dirt,
dealers
pacing the shadows
and
grinning full of hope.
A raw whiff
of garlic something
or other
from Bardolino’s open kitchen
window
reeks of the good life,
a fishing
village, say, in southern Italy
animal eyed
people with white smiles
gesticulating
all over the place.
The pink
domes under which they seem to live.
Limestone,
olives, a fiasco of counterfeit
Chianti and
lots of time to drink it.
Go on tell
us one more time how summer
can only
mean Pink Floyd live in the Stadt-
park,
Hamburg, you and I drinking beer
on our new
balcony, eating take-out
chicken
curry, getting off on all that
lunatic
music for free. I think
the
primroses were a dusty pink—you like to say—
the lilacs
just about kaput. So was it summer,
or late
spring? The sun flaming out behind the trees.
The music
clear as a fount.
Pink Floyd - Time
