Sunday, 4 July 2010

The crosseyed flamenco guitarist Vargas
Only picked the thing up and sang
After fighting
With his Gitano girlfriend

These women know how to
What to cut with

They read Lorca's Romancero Gitano
They bite and squeese

As Vargas tried to play the fandango
She'd tap a Zambra
And throw roasted corn
At his strings

1 comment:

  1. I must say I quite love this! I am totally in my flamenco mood at the moment and really feel this poem. keep'm comin'!!