Their eyes follow me
always watching the girl with
the blue umbrella.
There is a red-headed girl
carrying a blue umbrella.
Red-heads are making me lonely.
Scubagear is what the hell is that
to a perilous heart, oh, save my soul.
What makes
a bad person wake up
and start over like a pinball game.
I am a wizard when
I turn the rain to wine,
then drink the drops
near the bottom.
Tipping back the
second hand of the clock
fighting against the
oppression of gravity.
-Albert Sementa
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