Scent of Heat

Din ciclul "Baba's Spontaneous Poetical Erruptions":

Scent of Heat

There’s no reason for such treason
My mind hast wispereth glory, beyond my dormitory...
Love is lost, lust shall scurry.
My blind eyes won’t open in a hurry,
Nothing to see, nothing to smell, no worry.

Time tick-tocks in despise, watch jams, time stops,
Everything goes blurry.
A scent of heat arose to my feet...
Blimey! I’m going to sleep ...