I crumbled

Through open star ways

Into the arms

Of a heartless widow

She stamped me as Perfect Target

"Right on the side would be perfect", I said

For now I know my position

In her atmosphere of pure Herzog

And much better yet

Summer is set

For mouse games and tattoos

Somewhere in the Catskills

Summer is set

I can’t get my hands out of the icebox

Until they pass the litmus test

The acid base

Compеtition in an arm’s length race

Perchancе my final peccadillo

An avalanche of mumbo jumbo

Crashing down like Inno Mostro

Taking me lower into the labyrinths

Of a twisted child’s erector set

I'll become the perfect pet

In the autumn of my life

And I’ll remember the sun

And all the shadows on the run

Did not apply to me

When I was young