A horse can barely remember walking a cobbled path
The roar of toilets from upper floors and green fingers on windowsills
When all the orifices were oozing with gregorian chants
All obscenities in the tiny world repeated endlessly
But I am sure the thunderheads smelt of broccoli and roasted almonds
And the wine didn’t smell at all nor did it leave stains
After being spilt on tablecloths pants and carpets
Now that all the eggs have been eaten and the bunnies transformed
Hens and taxi drivers finally relax and go to unfinished limbos
And beggars bring out the collections of mute piano keys to sell on the sidewalks