I ’ve stretched out upon the beach,
The sun drips into me.
Upon my dried Iips a forgotten song,
I ’m Iiving the gentIe Iife.
I ’m carried away by the wind,
I ’m thrown into the air and gone,
Right now, in far pIaces,
I ’m separating from the useIess bustIe of Iife.
Not an atomic bomb,
But a pIatonic Iove.
My hope is for the future, I ’m on vacation!
In one hand I ’ve got a mirror,
Even a poet wouId be jeaIous of me.
I ’m sunburned through and through, I ’m at the beach!
Ooo…