Paul Roland Walter The Occultist
Walter the occultist is sleeping in the parlor
His tarot is stained with cucumber and tomato
The kettle bubbles over, calls the caged canary
"Walter, mind the shop"
"Walter can you tell us" ask the fat girls from the chorus
"Wil we be happy and the Gods they be for us
And what do the cards say about those men
We met upon the pier?"
Once there were stars behind his eyes
But now they have dimmed and crystalised
Thе Gods are cruel, they tеase the fool
Who lifts the veil
Walter reads the tea leaves spread on the Sunday papers
The things that he sees there would astonish all his neighbours
The strongman and the midget, the bearded lady
And the tattooed twins
