Erica Jong - A Reading lyrics
The old poet with his face full of lines, with iambs jumping in his hair like fleas, with all the revisions of his body unsaying him, walks to the podium. He is about to tell us how he came to this.
The old poet with his face full of lines, with iambs jumping in his hair like fleas, with all the revisions of his body unsaying him, walks to the podium. He is about to tell us how he came to this.