false february spring
fools trees into blooming
early spring’s irish creeks
sneak into my blood streams
old melodies and stories
the spring’s cheap champagne
carries light memories
my oh my
her name was computer science
she was a calculating type
but we formed a heavenly alliance
now I miss her bits and bytes
i must sing to her
(any pretext will do)
don’t kid yourself
that i was in love with you
i kid myself
that i wasn’t in love with you.
old melodies and stories
the spring’s cheap champagne
carries light memories
i know food & evenings & dance
but words — i split in two
i don’t know who i am
and who was in love with you
fools trees into blooming
early spring’s irish creeks
sneak into my blood streams
old melodies and stories
the spring’s cheap champagne
carries light memories
my oh my
her name was computer science
she was a calculating type
but we formed a heavenly alliance
now I miss her bits and bytes
i must sing to her
(any pretext will do)
don’t kid yourself
that i was in love with you
i kid myself
that i wasn’t in love with you.
old melodies and stories
the spring’s cheap champagne
carries light memories
i know food & evenings & dance
but words — i split in two
i don’t know who i am
and who was in love with you
i know evenings & champagne & dance
but i am lost in the land of romance
welcome(!) the early spring in my late autumn
i bathe in champagne bubbles
on my way to the bottom
wh ©
1991-february