Shining The Spotlight On Gilbertus Blur: Flight Of The Swallow
god shed a tear
when the swallow lost his way
it was definitely October
not a disgruntled may
we drank the vodka
from the skull of supernova
we danced the salsa
from zappa’s guitara
the world is ending
revelation’s nest
angels are singing
a smoky crowded set
love, oh love
let it out, let it fly
nice chapel dove
high, oh high
funky brother take me home
sugar lady cried alone
all-seeing eye closes
no more prayers and crosses
it was way past may
and absolutely October
the swallow finds his way
then god dry the tear
© Gilbertus Blur
Featured Writer at âCreative Talents Unleashed Writers Groupâ
