Thursday 29 June 2017

Intensisfication and Other Made Ups.



Billy.


For a split second it looked as if,
All the speed in your head might just,
Entertain the eager millions,
Bewitch my audience to your charm,
And kill the performer.


Kill the lights.

Advanced state of lost memories,
Mnemonic heroisms,
Donkeys years ago.


Not a chance,
Never to hope.

Dreamt the swimmers,
Entrapped in soap.


All that shit you do to my head,
Leaves us as irrelevant as,
As illogical as summer rains.

Fried mush again, and bread for now,
Newly toasted eyeballs,
Red lids and sockets.

Eye-bleeding over tired speed-head.


 
Bonfire.


On our backs
In muck, grass and ash.

Lying near celebratory fire,
Trying for the stars,
That little bit higher,

The flickering orange light years,
Between the ground,
The flames, your names,
And

Our disbelieving minds.




 
Dreamer.

Marsh lights, weird ways,
Welcome to these strange days,
Here the start of hallucination,
Quite lawful fascinations.

Moody lighting to set the scene,
Vines a-hanging, slime in green,
Deep resonating psychic sounds,
Penetrate these dreaming grounds.

Steaming ponds of dreams you've had,
A bubbling stench, from the bad,
Familiar images deep in a wood,
Reminding you of the good.

Sleep-walking, with passion,
On a singular mission,
Manipulate your reality,
Keep, to your sanity.






Idea Smuggling.


Coming up from behind
in life's struggle to die
We suddenly make very good ground.

We leap forward
Dolphins to your drug boat; divers and camera

But dolphins with careful purpose
And an abandoned carefree game of poise
No swim boasting
No boat.

Sleep and reinvent stupid dull gods
With trappings of someone else's
Perversion.

No money to tempt
No flesh to swim
Just a hidden look
And sacred knowledge
And think now, not of reason.

For who needs reason
just sit back
Be
Go with it.

No
Tie yourself with stupid reason
Stupid fuckwit ideas
That everybody else has already had

Simply punish yourself
Already.



All HELL looks like it's about to break out over my home village.....but then, that's nothing new.....


What a couple of head-wrecking weeks. Ups, downs, bigger ups, bigger downs. Then a knock on the door from someone unexpected, and mind-blowing......and fabulous with it........!

It's only when you start appreciating that life was already crazy, that you can really begin to enjoy the
fact......

Used to love a bit of drama.......


"I'm not the pheasant plucker....."

Old man 2e.

Stiff, slow, but he still has that glint in his eye........Buddy til the end, and then some.


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