Tanelorn 1981

The man with the red telephone

Appeared out of the crowd,

We spoke on the Bat phone

For as long as we were allowed.

Music thumping to a bright sunrise,

With rhythmic Gods feeding our yearnings.

We dank in their performance surprise

While hash and manure were sweetly burning.

Craig

09/05/2025

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