theres a man
in my computer
telling tales
of time travel
through the netherland
of my mind
a magical gypsy/vagabond
spirit/biker/soul/searcher
ballad singing/songwriter
how long
have you been there
HOWLING
green eyes glowing
swamp fire.....
I wait at the gate
to bring you air
to sing another verse
you speak in tongues
of yr own twistings
language
of the old ones
tell me
the places
in yr mind
