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.