Dreyden Reads

With friends you take a sailboat out to sea,
One is from Nice and one Menton and two La Turble
We watch with terrorr the octopuses the deeps
And fishes the savior's images swim through the seaweeds

Now Prague you're in the garden of some hotel
You feel very well there's a rose on the table
And you watch instead of writing your stint of prose
The weevil asleep in the heart of the rose