A Berkoff play on a television. A goatee beard. She’s ginger haired. An English Seine, a pair of jeans, a lite that steams. A smell of fire, I’m sure there’s something burning.
Hang around me. Hang around me. Hang around me. Here & now.
A steam of thought runs through my head in technicolor. I took the Train to Valladolid with engines at both ends. The woman knew I couldn’t speak her language, but she talked to me. She’d stating facts, the crowd reacts, a raging bull.
Hang around me. Hang around me. Hang around me. Here & now.