The code of wish,
kung fu in an Alps avalanche,
I tag the bark of a tree
Outside a stadium
With the initials of opposites:
A butterfly and a fly,
A rabbit and a ram,
From Bermuda to Canada.
Nothing is a big deal,
Just a matter of small, magnificent
time.
The fire to the match,
The face to the moon,
The temple to the thief,
I bow to the paper dog,
I fall from the flute
Like a concert,
And slip away
From any wonderland.
Nothing is a big deal,
Just a matter of small, magnificent
time.
From the bench deck,
The dinosaur millionaire
Is a vet of the casino,
A conductor of the center of the club,
Filing for bank or bride,
But not both,
Substituting the ice cream
For the cone.
Nothing is a big deal,
Just a matter of small, magnificent
time.
Press the back
Of your boot
To the front of my neck, Jack,
And jet the hotel
For the Post Office,
Because the conductor
Is getting the gas,
Yet some people don’t learn a thing.