on the prehistoric outside
blacksky filled w/insects
a jim morrison night
naked chicks in blue swimming pools
motorbikes roar out there searching
i drink absinthe n i smoke jazz cigarettes
i stumble on a party
i fumble with the keys
we light a bonfire on the deserted beach
the sparks race upwards to the southern stars
i kick stones in the crowded empty street
i jump on a harley and race down sea street towards the horizon
the streetlights have been smashed by moths
fruit bats collecting in an upside down world
i decelerate as i interpenetrate nirvana beach liquor
multipurposeful
accidentally off kilter
fairy bombed
now im riding a board
hanging ten like only a bleached blasted poet can
my beard nestles against my face
the wind sings through my earrings
my wispy thin hair is clinging lingeringly
i go sailing over a crest into the darkness of a deep trough
the palm trees are still nodding at me
wow i remember i got to get home
running up my steps outta head
gosh when how thats ok alright then
music
nattily
the music plays so nattily i guess
children in beddybyes
wife in the bath
fish in the tank
books on the shelf
knives in the draw
voices in the ether
fingers in my skull
tap
tap
tap
oh!