A man that navigates
the seas
is a desperate man.
No sailor, no drunkard
shall bear witness.
What man can tell
the truth about
all the lands of India.

A great man leaves
this world
and he takes it
with him.
This was my home,
this gold, these islands;
and I am stranger.

The water is deep.
The ocean is wide.
I just wanted to see
what was on the other side
where I'm a stranger.

I am a man of delicate habits.
I am a man
that knows the value of paper.
I am the contortionist
in the market place.

There is a roar
to the Yangtze River
that no one hears
on the Imperial Boulevard.
I watch for fire.
I keep the time.
I keep the fire.
I watch the time.

This morning,
on Police Rock,
all afternoon in the trees,
green leaves and acacia beans,
cactus fruit and flowers.

Well it pleases Monkey
to bow down to old Monkey
with his back
to the wind
in the rain.

At night,
to entertain the troops,
he rolls his eyes,
he smacks his lips,
he pumps his cheeks,
he grunts, he chatters
until he's got you
by the ankles.

Well, Monkey makes a Monkey
of Monkey yeah.

Listen to the roof moan,
with the weight of the snow,
like the burden of time
on a working man's back.

Supplies drop from the sky.
It feels like the old man
is going to die this time.

A man forgets a legend
when he can,
unless he hears Big Winter
in the forest.
He walks alone,
confused by the shadows.
The wind conceals
suspicious tracks.

I heard trumpets
in the gray sky.
I heard barking
in the mud.
Look at the seal
in his wallow.
This is a march
to the sea.

King Penguin goes down
in the dive.
He's a bold submariner
on a well-dressed ride.
There's plenty of krill
to keep a family alive;
Squid for the kill
on the deeper side.

I know it's cold
but ain't you hungry.
I've had enough
King Penguin

We are dancing
back to back.
Our memories are lost
in the stars.
The way is crowded
from here to another world.

One day I will raise my castle
outside the walls
of Holy Toledo,
where the tongue
of the Empire
would have our teeth drawn
one by one.
Men who will never marry
have blood thinner
than water.
Spinsters and stepmothers
attend the public dissections.
Troops of demons munching toads
patrol the streets.
Honor is not ours to keep.

Stakes and stones,
the Hangman sets
my broken bones.
The rent collector
with his locks and keys,
knows nothing of Anatomy
and Chemistry.

Sleepwalkers and daydreamers
race by barefoot,
in green coats and red crosses,
tolling the bells
of Ever and Never.

An iceberg shines
in the silver fog.
A fool goes down
in the whirlpool.
A poisonous footstep
dies in the dust.

We trampled the meadow
of miracles.
We gambled silver pennies
by the barrel full.
We brought down the house
until we met guerillas
in the hills.

At the feet of God
we dance upon the sand.
By the teeth of God
I am the King of Ireland.