posted on September 17, 2015 at 9:57 pm


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








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