Like the clink of broken mirror
sounds like the creak of dead wood
I was reading the sentimental education
The moon was whistling to the stars
I hear howling wolves in the celestial theater
Whose Fingers are on piano keys?
I climbed on the roof like a fiddler
howling for the extraterrestrial wolves
Smoked a couple of camel blues in my blues
I coughed and struck by hysterical fit
Flat on earth I lay my head like cream on muffin
Looked at the moon again
It was all white, scatted like a smoke around a mystical heavenly globe
The moonlit sky bears a miracles sight