Fabrics Finding Fabrications

A prawn masquerading as a peanut can be quite disturbing. So many times a peel is a garment used to shroud. A tentacle hidden. Here and there. Then to reappear with an often violent burst of becoming. A burst of becoming is neither a beetle, a bug, a bugle or a six hundred kilo bulb of a bloom in a garden. No gated garden could ever measure lengths for lengths and widths must be scrutinised in order to ascertain the correct angle and therefore adjust the contact accordingly. Then spray. Always spray. Spray like standing by a waterfall or a turbulent waterfront. How happy is the little girl on the swing? The dog with his toy? The cat with it's tuna and cream? Now lie back and count the frog legs, horses hooves, finger paints, and then count machine guns. A brisk walk in the country side could often become a risqué encounter with a bisque. Late night conversations over shredded chicken often reappear in the head several decades later to advise, sense, and almost ridicule the somewhat thwarted beanstalks of today's notions and milligrams of pickled attempts to outs-weigh a house brick in full swing. Move then a motion. Motionless moron making many many moaning minks. And a catfish angle in spectacles can see through even the thickest of tree trunks in one single blink of an eye. Pink fishnet tights in a hay day can be worn with a tight woolen speckled skirt and a looping blouse of cerise. And always put on some white stillettos if attending a function or to visit town this outfit should be accompanied with little fabric pointed booties. WOW Does that not look a sight in the album? And to write in this decade is to point the pens onto the page in jerking vibrant print. Then to send to one's friend for a prompt response in a car. Then the next day clean the wire rack for quite a long time until the black bits have all sailed away. Inspection always came before swings, horse mattresses and guinea pig expeditions around the back room riding upon xylophones. Pull along fun. With or without photographs. Perhaps later a picture. Begin with a drawing of a cup in the air. Over a mountain. A cable car. Then underneath this always draw a sea with a a giant clam. Then sing the following: “Cable car cable car cable car CLAM Cable car cable car cable car CLAM” Or is it the Masher basher song today? With the dusters. Square dusters with little eyes on them. Used to clean the budgie cage when the neighbours wished for care of the bird. But often amusement and fun could be had by the squawk making for the little bird was not keen on games of boo with the dust people called Masher & Basher. They sometimes entertained with their puppet shows. Banana sandwich with jam then? Keyboard smiles with the headphones in. Vast array of notes could be recorded then re recorded. Over and over. Many hours and many tunes. With and without wording. And in the season with the lights from the tree the front room often becomes a stage with audiences familiar and unfamiliar guards. Such synchronisation swaying in a nightie. Miming away to the tunes. Such a performance before dinner. Weaving through the woodlands of the park on a bicycle horse. With the merry men and lady of Sherwood. Chased by the Sheriff and Guy of Gisbourne. Dashing through the trees. To see Herne the horned one. The wise. The leaves make a nice bed for the mice at night time. Prepared. Zoom zone. And then home. TO the new series. Cool colour. Two hundred and fifty two baa leaps today whilst visiting the shop for some mince and some bread. Pretty pattern daisy weave over a cake of mud with perfumed made from the gathering of rose petals. Then climb carefully onto the large oak stump and off into the air. After dancing around it many many times. Shadow slipper sees saying suppers. And sip milk to dip. And allow the room to spin during night time excursions to lands created through the passing thoughts. Later on it could be said to be akin to a flight over the grounds. Soaring. Believing. It was a gradual transitional phase learnt not only from books but from practise and time and effort and the wise injections from the natural world which speaks in many differing forms. At all times of the year. Even in rooms. Occasional glances in mirrors provoke meaningful in a global swoop pattern. Rotational movements denote a pendulums reply and a red black red black in squares placed on floors can be interpreted in many ways. Bedroom glance in a sideways swerve. But only when using headphones can this ever really be successful. Such opera. Finely tune. Then use the bow and arrow to produce harmonics. Not on the sheet of musical score but made up after the piece. To suit. To fit. But never to follow. That was reserved for others. Inside outside and inner outward exterior. Face. Faces. In frames. Doopy dog thread Eddy teddy on a shelf And the magic eles sitting watching the shows Detonation of preservation in a jar of mashed turnips. Expeditions into camps and journies into the sharp ships. Z Capaciousnesses Z – at 15 sherbet lemons to 37 ten pence paper bags