Crash
The Magic Flying Carpet is for sale It is not the multi trillion bullseye But an ordinary fiver out of colors On a wing and a prayer we may fly Until we crash and burn in Hell If the crypto creep makes the lucky potshot… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Window Dressing Gallery
Under a bright sky dotted by scattered cumuli The road to go to Togo stretches like a grey snake The treacherous serpent that will coil and strike In an instant of blindness the flash of a crash We know that one day we will die, but on the others we will not… Photo Hugh Ardoin […]
Two young black beauties put on a show for the cameras Instant of fun and fame when spirits and hopes run high We fly from dream to dream, and sometimes they crash But we will get up and start again, we never really look down the road Keep a penny for the ferryman… Photo Hugh […]