by Jose Lopez

Created on: November 01, 2008

Les ton de Patti Smith

I remember the first time I saw her.

I remember her wearing a shirt, the color plaster.

I remember her gaunt and bony exterior.

I remember her eyes, the eyes of desire.

I remember her chop stick fingers, ardently floating.

I remember laughing, speaking in puzzles she was.

I remember her bohemian mannerisms, jive and such, jive and such.

I remember her hymns, Rimbaud and Woolf, she turned me to them.

I remember never did I pay my respects.

Here I'm and where you are I don't know.

Here are lyrics from poet to poet.

Thanks for it Patti Smith, long live Horses!

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