Wednesday, 27 May 2015

JOLLY UP

Hoist your
black hole spangled spanners
high!
Hurl high-faluting
curses
across polyphonic voids

Do a jig
and then a reel.
Operate on another level.
Serve unconscious remedies
to the undeserving.
Speak in colourful languages

Take the smile of an ox
the stupidity of a scientist
the alertness of a gazelle
the monotony of existence
a sprig of weather
a posh butcher's doubts,
mix them up,
and water the garden of regrets
with their liquid
essence

Sprint while reciting
a string of pointless proverbs.
Jump up into an abyss
fall down into the sky.
Lick the half-hearted dew
as if you were a wolfman
from another dimension
in love with the temporary

Raise the banner of friction
up your rusty flagpole
salute it
and then set off
in another direction.
Mow the lawn of despair,
clean the windows
of desperation,
wash the dishes
of uncertainty

Leap into the heavens,
press any button you like.
Uncoil
like a snake,
let your poisonous joy
sting everyone
back to their senses.
Swirl, whirl.
Froth up the magic
I hid in the kitchen
cupboard
behind the bleach


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