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To the dream girl.

(A waking up – morning! ☀️)

I forget your name
Your body was perfect
with brownish hair
We swam with sharks together
Your petite face excited

In the back of the plane
there you told me you’re a liar
and seemed to be able to
make love to me in front of my
No fear or extortion, just love &

&so We reconciled our future
lies to eachother.
And kissed and kissed
On the way plummeting
toward the green & gold
ocean surface
– there could be a
great white right where we

To relax you.

Upsurges of magic! Come on up from down deep
To whistle through and burn up the pressure that creeps
When spirit is stretched and muscle seems heavy
And when applied through the mind the rhyme ain’t worth a penny,
Rather like that one.
What is a word?
The sound?
The scribbled byro ink?
There’s probably no such thing as meaning that’s probably for sure!
What is a man?
The sound?
The scribbled byro ink?
The skin? The fizz?
The potential to manifest?
Them old memories?
Oh it’s all so important!! Jesus!!
Hmm…well I definitely need much more practise of some things
and less of others!
Must keep smashing symmetry!!… !
Not to mention
Paddling this bobbing bloody ridiculous thing to some sure shore
where it can find purchase and have purpose and place.
Relevance would be nice also, but WHAT fucking is that?!!!
What, do I just watch the news and talk about something I saw there?
They colour it! The news is paid for (& therefore packaged) by those who aren’t interested in anything NEW.
My grandparents took me once, as a young boy, to a Salvation Army service and in the car on the way there I can remember thinking they’d actually have guns and stuff – they just turned out to be some really quiet, pious and gentle older people who were wise and kind, collecting money and gifts for less-fortunates. The real army should maybe mirror aspects of this sentiment in that inbetweeny hiatus bit between wars that are just, if there are any, instead of continuing the by-contract contraction of muscle flex into fetid further fighting in the name of silly old farthings.
And just who the hell is that man who comes on and brags about his Lamborghini that he’s got at the start of some youtube videos you put on to relax you?
“Pretty nice to drive in the Hollywood hills huh?” He obnoxiously harrumphs.
“Ahh, err, well, never been there man”
“Oh, err, har har, ahem, well…”
“I mean, err…… is it nice? Sorry, I’ve interrupted, ahem, yeah… Pleasant?”
“Well, I mean, err, yeah”
“And a lambo man!? You’ve got one then, yeah? A lot of people want those don’t they? Hmm not everyone can afford those, that must be something right?”
“Well, yeah, I mean, you’re kinda drawing too much atten…. No, yeah it’s awesome to drive, AWEsOME! And it cost a LoT yeAaAAAAaAAAahH”
“And you’re all chilled about that yeah? That’s why you’re videoin….”
“Yeah I’m chilled man! What are you crazy? Have you seen this thing? Have you seen how chilled and cool I am with this widely sought after ca…”
“Your nostrils are flaring man, ahem”
“Yeah you can see you’re really happy, almost like you think that car actually makes you bette…”
“What do you mean my nostrils are flaring man? What are you talking about anyways, err… Have you seen this car?”
“Yeah I’ve seen it man, ahem….. Maybe see you again then at the start of another video I’ll…. Oh he’s scampered off to the driver’s side seat to masturbate, never mind!”