– after Jose Garcia Villa’s “Girl Singing”
My opinion left for the sky.
In the valley of lost exchanges,
evil breathes near, unfurled,
increases to make me betrayed.
The day J risked everything
only the virgin boys sing,
only terrible dogs can hear.
I answer. The girl sings the day,
J insists on it and announces:
“Ability do not mean secret demon.”
For J played with high stakes only.
“The girl, who it is whispered
is part of his work time,
watched out.” A not unfurling how,
surrounded, thereby could exchange.
Stirring up hook play is desirable,
the view cobalt: star-ends, more lost,
carried many linings and I gave up
original gel, which pleases and falls.
It is a distance, the day I can’t:
I am to sing in order to hold the clouds,
the sun to milk the sky its girl.
The old humans exchanged then.
Winter reaches to jump immortality with
a shade which extends despite my road.
But contrary to its wings, the girl sings!
(By and © Rupert M Loydell)
[Note: Rupert writes: “another transformation, this time freely abusing Babelfish”]
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