Tsen-gee Hxee

Flaming lips

in the motion

Trembling lids

of hesitation

It is your wreath  

of

tress  

that

Sways sweet summer sweat

A bull-fighting in mind

Like virus from behind

Till I lost in the rhythm

Of rhapsodical hymn

Intoxicated

Affrighted

Haunted

Scared I am

In Drunkard’s~ dimmed ~ dragging ~dream

Of Flamingo ~ Santiago ~ Tango ~years ago!

But the sweeping slaying slaughtering soliloquy suddenly

STOPED

(wrote this with the music: La Cabanita en la Playa Johannes Linstead)