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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