On Owsley’s to view the planets, this plum-shine bliss twixt orange and burnt pear is as a starmap to a blindman’s eye, better than candy and a current bun, than moon-splashed cubes’ sugar-blue wind to spatchcock the inner mind and heaven reflect. ° ° The brush you bristle and twist, your thick fur will warm you, wilt in the linen bin, step, bump then rumble (must be the pipes) on to the fields of praise prose-addicts screen: the dropper stopped, filled, one splash to soil the skin, absorbed via fingers this liquid burns of thither, the water – even air – spiked here; many are the means of reason’d flight to those blithe countries. ° ° My eyes’ simplicity-culled contrast steeped in paisley stuffs and scrim-like light spun thin and focused to clarity I wind on, script thought’s shallow twin should crinoline-caked legs spread cheer, be my fourteen-hour technicolor dream house’s stuttering chimney your brittle touch quiets to whisper-like, theme-fluted wrinkles slouching to bread town, breaking in all spirit-splashed and spangled its eiderdown emerald dress. ° ° The IT launch you thrilled, trolling the packed Roundhouse past May time and tide tell, jostling a mass – attend me now – still sloshy and jelling to a low, ominous astronomy domine nerve net to party our ascendance up three thin iron pillars whereon you peak, totally grooved with your mouth open. Strange this lime tree bower, its grimy, very cold customs moon projections play on the skin, shine, pearl, prevail. ° ° Slip on the caterpillar hood won’t cover the head of nearer to thee my brandish a one with a feathery tongue future blue thistle star above you crystal holds open the red and yellow mane of a stallion horse hair blue buggy whip gift a wonder wall to jump field to cross of crimson sails cackling at ev’ry plate we break: contentment. ° ° Into light you emerge, steaming and shriveled, a damp mass, haven-sprung, from air. Your voice a squeak, a cinder robed in fine gray soot and glowing, burnt-orange, charming things met with along the way. To sleep in the woods, to awaken eyes with open lids’ lashed pupils’ dilated pulsing, bleating, sounding words. ° ° Thick this skin you don, a brylcreem robe you pour on (are you?), hair all studded with budding Mandies a flood light welds to the spell-stopped person you were, cracked by scattered needles, drained of rage and reign distressed you abcess into culture. ° ° Phases of you glean in patches of dark-open sky thoughts are tunes to riddle us with, set in a minor mood ring opelescent swirls pattern to person the blank night in your spitting image of spliff hash chunks season, opening the eye on imaginative sight unseen in splendor us with yet unknown airs and green grow the rushes honest are your aims sincere your best of intentions. ° ° Obviously one your was better off work with a silver guitar interests with mirrors and things can all over it than people capture who ended up on the floor the or anywhere else in London. I’ve always highest thought of going back to a place status where you can drink tea and sit on or the carpet. I’ve been fortunate enough to do that prestige. ° ° Piebald thought you hiss, my mind’s own rhizome’s zellige may glisten with spittle pearls bead, settling soon in open copses, clearings, clutter to clusters change, organize, arrange themselves in fetching songs your eyes turn inward – what you see: bright lines sketch a space, find me inside of a nocturned to blond, blistered birch wood work. ° ° Shine on you crazy diamond, your hand to the ukelele turn – will you? – probing a rift in the skiffle boom, box soon lidless as fans wax fondly o’er tunes to be, as airs Trojan horse your vision into the charts, charm ears involved in hearing sounds spill from the hole in itself: your mind, a quality common but unknown to many a candle to be snuffed out at any minute gatherings engage the senses blue wind ice cream ’scuse me and skeleton kiss to the steel rail roads lead to parties. ° ° The water you breathe I breathe will you I breathe as be the water I breathe as showered the water streams over me I with you breathe as the water streams over good me with you I breathe as the water streams luck over me. ° °