Luyện nghe bài hát The Jeweller

Very slowly he his tea
Not shifting his glance the thick double
Spaced printing he read with his eye

Engrossed in his
He passed the other inhabitants of the room
A scrawled of time and space

For both passed him by with the of light
Not unlike the flow of substance varied
Into that lysergic entity known as the hole

He was hardly for his time
And was certainly not lost on him
Drastic were called for
And as in antiquity the lonely man was
With to the point of desperation

But in his corner, developing around him
Like a sun was a climate of rare beauty
sight and sound could no longer be considered
Sufficient food for the

And he had begun to as his hearing failed
That mind and matter were in no way to one other
As if in the one could not propose and prove
Its erotic in terms of the other

"What does word mean?"
He enquired of the solemn hopefully
"Nothing for desert sir", the reply
"Perhaps a cocktail, demitasse or a essence
It helps the you know sometimes"
"The bill, if you mind", quickly he shot back

And as the patter of the faded in the room
For he barely heard them now, his eye began to close
And by the he emerged on the sunny street
He was to rely entirely on the other eye for help

But happily it its many functions
Blinking for lubrication and registering images
It was rush hour in Hawaii ten a.m.

So turning his street
He stopped at the drug and bought an eye patch
That covered the reluctant eye

Climbing the he pondered what to do next
He would call a and have tests made
Eat nourishing food and if necessary to surgery
The last of the gambling man

And at one a.m. he awoke from a
And after his way in the obsolescent light of his room
He into the rusty veins of his mirror
And lifted away the patch, what he saw him

Where once was tissue and membrane
Was now a follicle and perfectly formed vagina with
and mysterious, unrevealing and still to the untrained eye

But in the deep dark recesses of sticky occlusion
Lay the watchful eye of disgust in its closing moments
Lunging forward and hungry for the cold of days