Strange thing appear,
nudges you soft
urgent simplicity.

Strange thing leave
a vacant why,
smooth’s you down.

Strange thing forgotten
A place in time
Playing its game,

Paper moons dancing above our head’s
Can we see them beckoning
Turning slowly
Do we make them?
Spin around
On tender loving fingers
Gently pressing in place
Their loving glow

On deep pools of star laden skies
Chimera shadow maker cries
In places of faces
Eternal dream to see
All of love so free

With shadowed skin
And bone poking flesh
Stare at such this moon

Melting fusion heat
Roaring below mirage clouds
Drifting over aluminous foliage
Softly enfolds itself around nature.

Gentle satin breeze
God’s blood
Caresses time and humanity

Within palisades of our mind
Furtive moments of love pass through dreams,
And find solace inside a chamber of watching memories
Reminding each and every memory
How to be an eternal dream,

We first met
Sat and stared
Vacant as when born
Time past
All changed
You pushed me hard
In the chest
I asked why
You turned away
I grabbed your shoulder
You squeezed my hand away

Holding a war heroes Knife
Close you Laugh in my ear
And enter my body through my side
Moving upward to a medial pre-optic area
Then steal my very soul
You hide it along side some sausages

Sometimes Whispering
I hear voices
Not normal voices
I see them whispering
When I lay down
A clicking finger sound
Travels around me
Then loud whispers say
Time to wash all meadow’s

100,000 miles
Trees of all kind
Over chainsaw orchestras
Sing Beethoven’s last symphony
As they fall majestically long
To instant death.

Automatic instamatic £400 geld….
Adult toy rocket science….
With allsorts buttons…..
Packed to perfection….
By factory scientists

2 tone and 20 tone….
Touchy feely….

Internal external exercise
Or excuse for an epileptic fit
Brings you wide awake
With no measure
Sideways
Closer inside everything
With variable distance
Everything changes
Focus in and out

Over visions of tortured souls
I ascended
And made union with your heart
Waiting like a gazelle cheerleader
You opened your condom filled wardrobe

The Passions of Smoking a Roll Up.
Angel winged paper wafers
Increased saintly virginal
But for a cricket pitch white fold line
Where you sprinkle and stretch
Aromas from afar

Cinema Love.
All seated to nearest times
Bags of sweets different kinds
Crushed velvet seats
One arm rest apiece
Eyes ready and wide
Sound fills the air
15 lectures on how to shop

Velvetine Flakes
Garden of rivers, moon could rainbow trees
Sparkling flowers on midnight breeze
Dancing pixies elves and leopards
Making supper for three giant Shepard’s