sudden
an imaginary life superimposition on fabric de la realitie
solemn pillar of smoke rises from our heros joint
seeing things as they are who can trust their eyes
a wasp materialises in my room and climbs inside a solid glass bulb
whispers near my ears in an electronic voice presence
with my rainy tower in the basement
where i type tippity type
in an instant chocolate black magic womens singing
spring has blown open its shoots and out come storms
thrashed and flush with failure successfully endlessly
champion of the downtrodden mountain king Magnus
i am screaming out i am not me
sometimes you cannot move a muscle although you are awake
some say you sleep on in the heart of the land
the traps i set for myself are full and glutted with shreds
ding dong dell pussy’s in the well
little boy blue come blow up your horn
no maybe this has all happened before but still i wont believe it
the ladies in the gallery are all sighing unrequited silences
no violent brute from the future or raving caveman
craving no anonymity however i am given no name
but strong spirits in bottles bubbling to cause their trouble
a little manikin half mortal at the portal to usher blushing panic in
quite candidly i’d pander to you but you’d slander me
in my horrific fucking dreams where you sometimes hide trying to ride it out
in the sentient night which closes in roses thorns and leaves uncertain
curtained against city sky light the shadow of fallow morning
in lovely rooms like the cool tombs beneath a burning desert
we wander i become fonder of my freedom seldom despondent
my hands full of sand and random shells oh well it sells well
the aqua marine drive
neptune street up to dolphin ave
red brick three floors yellow lights one bedroom windows
no vacancy monsieur
we have rejected this application
we never received any lovely attachment
somehow it was lost
never to be found
