Carnaval and the Tritons

Another blonde with a triton,
being chased through the Eucalyptus,
daring to be caught.
Sleepless again, how many days can I go...
beds of gravel, wire, pillows of stone.
Sharpening the antlers, pushed into rut,
reading Ginsberg and its like a punch to the gut.
Lady in boots, lady in red, voluptious, sumptious,
good to the last drop but a kick to the head.
Caffeine kicks, inventing tricks,
Friday is coming , time to reinvent.
Lots of money spent, more to go when I put on the show.
The parade, the Carnaval, and the search for Rio.