parisian nights
michael flohr
The Dancer
He came riding fast like a phoenix out of fire flames
He came dressed in black with a cross bearing my name
He came bathed in light and the splendor and glory
I can’t believe what the lord has finally sent me
He said dance for me, fanciulla gentile
He said laugh awhile, I can make your heart feel
He said fly with me, touch the face of the true God
And then cry with joy at the depth of my love
‘Cause I’ve prayed days, I’ve prayed nights
For the lord just to send me home some sign
I’ve looked long, I’ve looked far
To bring peace to my black and empty heart
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, aaaaaah!
My love will stay ’till the river bed run dry
And my love lasts long as the sunshine blue sky
I love him longer as each damn day goes
The man is gone and heaven only knows
‘Cause I’ve cried days, I’ve cried nights
For the lord just to send me home some sign
Is he near? is he far?
Bring peace to my black and empty heart
So long day. so long night
Oh lord, be near me tonight
Is he near? is he far?
Bring peace to my black and empty heart
– pj harvey –
But mostly,
woohoo!
Explanatory notes for previous comment
A Giant Rabbit
you may wish to make up flash cards with the picture on one side, and the correct identification on the other so that if you ever run into either in the course of your day to day activities you are able to take the correct action.
Giant Rabbit : Pet, cuddle, feed carrots, balance giant pancakes on head.
Giant Robot : Run screaming, resolve never to visit Tokyo again.
(Unless of course it is tokyo.stumbleupon.com as she is hardly ever stomped by giant mechanicals or monsters.)
The Other
A sloe-eyed dark woman shadows me.
In the morning she sings
Spanish love songs in a high
falsetto, filling my shower stall
with echoes.
She is by my side
in front of the mirror as I slip
into my tailored skirt and she
into her red cotton dress.
she shakes out her black mane as I
run a comb through my closely cropped cap.
Her mouth is like a red bull’s eye
daring me.
Everywhere I go I must
make room for her; she crowds me
in elevators where others wonder
at all the space I need.
At night her weight tips my bed, and
it is her wild dreams that run rampant
through my head exhausting me. Her heartbeats,
like dozens of spiders carrying the poison
of her restlessness,
drag their countless legs
over my bare flesh.
– Judith Ortiz Cofer
