I like shopping in Asda stalking the bag lady shuffling down Bride Street supping Dutch export collapsing in gutters scaring my reflection daring to be a dickhead tipping a wink to the lunatic fringe on ward role play with bi-polar patients making gags 'bout all weather tellytubbies a bit of bully, tossing double top to finish off. and walking in tandem with women on tow paths.
Dogging at Rufford lock watching the Linnets at Vickie park dancing at Barons with Burscough Billets metaphorically vomiting on the queen mothers' headstone in her crypt of remembrance at Windsor and filling my boots on the slopes of Paranassus with laurel stems woven in a crown I make believe my own;
fantasy gifts of Minerva, Mnemosyne, Appollo and Ogma having a party and letting me know
"We are ones who make glitter and red carpet treatment
turned Bob Dylan to Homer
rock the souls of Elvis, John Liam and Noel
so go tell the world of gods whose secrets unlocked reveal an oasis of monkeys and beatles day-dreaming you too will join them here beneath Partholan skies."
radiate sentence "fold, everything" cancellation inside vain sentence (s) admittedly it who stops foot above through concrete line sawn a visually well chosen time closed on opened in "representations, that one faced, closed fist ternary closing left vision excess (seen) door holds" (cracked one to long one same line) time that other (ways) did'
These keys that I tap for sonic delight and literary sunlight produce packets of ancient lore covered by cobwebs of thought-bore I blow away the colluding threads with the breath of my dreams So do you see them now? Lilac-colored tales from the digital entrails of the cyberoptic underground