Touch I

I've been to the end of all bars
and saw the people as they are
in their designer clothes
signals from the book of Toth
in the magic mirror
I saw all their tremors

    I couldn't cope
    with the senseless hope
    in empty eyes
    their little lies
          and you don't know how much I
          wanted you to touch I

and the world's made up of sevens
vengeful steps of stairs to heaven
oh how will you manage
bending under your luggage
in the magic mirror
I saw all your tremors

      refr. 

                above the bar the photographs
                of tits and ass just make me laugh
                that sandy beach just out of reach
                sucking the blood like any leech



1988.