waiting on a call ringing,
ecstasy and bi-winning,
until my boat goes swimming.
unforch, but still chill, cuz
patience said the kill... was
mandatory for the story
to attain a certain future glory.
roof-top party, candle-lit,
vertigo, banana split,
wisdom pyramids and shit,
precious image: nipple-tit.
here it is, a yacht later,
cocaine plus a sexy bather,
buenos aires novel major,
all for th'decadent creator.
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