Congo Rose
It never entered my mind that roses in the dawn
Could create new lexicons
Or that the residue of bop
Would breed such demons
Birthing cool thought in the night
As I was supposedly sleeping
Like an English tom cat peeping
And cause such a fright
It never entered my mind that thought would grow
Higher than the steel constructions
The glass barricades
And towering constrictions
Thoughts supposedly breed freedom
Not architect-friendly demons
Molochs in the million-acre Bronx Congo
Roses in the Congo dawn swing blackly like eyes
And have nothing to do with steel and glass
Virgin to brownstones and white bones
They breath deeper than anything in my lexicon
