Wave of Fantasy
Me again:
Blue parrots screech hawkers off the streets
Where rats and mobile devices scream
Insults into the ears of the sewars.
Whiskers and teardrops and plops of fun
Which dangle relentlessly above the
Green shoreline.
Playing musical pillows at sinister
Dinner dates In Sports bars with
Ponytails swinging and everlasting
Ss flying and flirting with blue
Spit flickered lips. Lest those lips
Go white I’ll write and wrongdoers
Will waltz into the twilight with
Their glorious mistakes.
Obey these invisible margins and
Tread these see through lines
Boys toys and girls toys are
Not to be mixed with those of the
Kids from the neighbourhood next door.
My fiddle will flee if you open
Your eye.
My obedience will flag when you
Look too hard at anything
Orange. Please and manners fly
Diligently tests and marking will
Not be completed.
These fish will suffocate once
They surface. Their faces extended
And their fish breath Fresh and
Poignant in the cool Sydney night.
11 July 2020
When these sores blister once more
And the creepers of this crises
Existentially intertwine with those of
The vines existing every-where, the
Aching strains and actual bodily pains
Will face into the façade of a
Blissful encounter with a unified flying object.
Mists and turmoil. Insecure privacy.
Lost loved ones and furls of ferns
Flirting with the edge of my conscious.
Industrial lovers mechanically
Pounding the pavement and seeking
Exists and making segments of
Cement crack and twist. These
Divine distractions create dopamine
Hits which levitate the mind and
Cause the toes to curl in a luxurious
Pantomime.
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