Rezo

Dolled and tuned
Check
Through a wind


Bills building unsettled
Sheltered I chose
Thick sopa and two bottles


The place had started
Saints had already listened
To south American rezo's


But for another's sake
They couldn't put
That part on a common map


Two different directions
East arrow faltering
Before a set


This was why they thought
The world was round...

A gate over her décolletage
Fitted in fabrics
Melody puppetry


Those cinema scenes
Where they don't speak
And your head eats itself


I should of skipped the casting
Fired the agent
And gone dressed as a dog


When a chanteuse sees
These soft pupils curl
In a heavy tête


They compose.