When Mr. Twister came, the storm
Was setting your mind aglow
A quarter „Yes”, a quarter „No”
A quarter „Maybe” and then some.
The many fancies kept at bay
For days and nights, all in a row
Made Lick, the dog, the happy sideckick, sad
And put the ocean on his tail
As heavy as a widow’s wail.
Until an idea, small and dim at first, born of the thirst for your skin and all the things within, beguiled its way in Mr. Twister’s mind – and blind to his own blistering torment, he spent a second in the light to wonder and to ponder what is right.
And then he said – no, shouted: Rise,
You wretched, from your slumber!
And overthrow your thoughts,
Your dreams – the tyrant
Children of your mind!
Rise, make a world
Of binary desires –
And Lick wagged happily
And dashed towards
The binary horizon.
When you’ll ask Mr. Twister
„Am I for real?”
He will say „Yes”
His Russel sidekick
Will say „Waf”
And that will last a thousand years
Or half the time to pick a nose
Which is quite equal for me
With the life span of a rose
Thrown from your Juliet balcony.