mythical kings and iguanas
from ON MY WAY TO WHERE
by Dory Previn
 











 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 































 

i have flown
to star-stained heights
on bent and battered wings
in search of
mythical kings
mythical kings
sure that everything of worth
is in the sky and not the earth
and i never learned
to make my way
down
down
down
where the iguanas play

i have ridden
comet tails
in search of magic rings
to conjure
mythical kings
mythical kings
singing scraps of angel-song
high is right and low is wrong
i never taught
myself to give
down 
down 
down 
where the iguanas live 

astral walks i try to take 
i sit and throw i ching 
aesthetic bards 
and tarot cards 
are the cords to which i cling 
don't break my strings 
(i wish you would) 
or i will fall 
(i wish i could 
i wish i could 
i wish i could) 

curse the mind  
that mounts the clouds 
in search of mythical kings 
and only  
mystical things 
mystical things 
cry for the soul 
that will not face 
the body as an equal place  
and i never learned 
 to touch for real 
or fell the things 
iguanas feel 
down 
down 
down 
where they play 
teach me 
teach me 
teach me 
reach me

 
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