aeolus, my dear friend, i saw you breathing in
you tried to go out like your friends
the way the air sits here tells me you’re not quite there
you tried to go out like your friends
aeolus, my fair friend, enough of breathing air
from that what’s burning in your hand
there must have been some wind, you breathed the fire and
it blew your bellows outside-in.
you’re nearly half a man.
you don’t seem like yourself at all.
goodbye to purple prose, all that went up your nose
in where the air should go, out where it should have gone
you’re burning both ends
you master of the winds
you’re just a blowhard, man.
you make a good discovery
so you go in the sea, i’ll toss you out into the sea
i’ll push you in the sea
© 2002 c holford