Magic Amsterdam

These are nights when poetry creates itself
thunder & lightning rage overhead
drenched pavements glisten in terror
byzantine skyline clutters the rain
reflections of apocalypse
murderous & wild
my kingdom come

Poet, shivering, huddles in doorway
mind full of madness
scribbling verse
great burst of thunder & girl
naked in window
vanishes whole
sudden inspiration
red light goes out

The gods are horny
dark clouds depict their lust
but strong men with blood in their hearts
do not dread violence
they feed on it, like demons of old
a late tram gurgles with laughter
visions of romance
red light goes on again

Money in pocket
lusty lady waiting nearby
lightning makes the whole world
seem afraid & deathly
living poetry
Amsterdam street song.