click clack

wagon wheel

left field

mermaid

cheese cake (zeus' breakkie)

He gazed upon her fig

While looking at the sky Abraham became aware

Aware that it wasn’t he that was gazing but his urges

He stood he walked he groped in the dark

And found sought after coffee stalls

Hidden in smoky hazes that had been legislated into refined breweries

He began to cook

To glaze to roast, to fry to singe

He incorporated his soul into lambs

His fortitude into crackling

Then he walked into a cinema and it all changed

A movie a scene a picture of beauty

His next fried egg was to runny

His pork was burnt like a sun roasted mule

He quit he ran dagger in hand to the stall opposite

There she was the fig delicatessen

He gazed upon her figs and the smoke became real and entwined him within it

And when it dissipated Abraham was gone

A constellation is all that remains

Of Abe her fig and the lost memories that swelled

Unrequited taste buds are a killer

The dance of a city that has gobbled the last straggler

As the sun dove behind the last building man of the city,

The restaurant lights lit up,

Each calling, beckoning,

Come eat, drink, smoke, love it up man,

We ate peking duck ,

And we liked it,

So we went home,

And quacked around the room until,

The sun returned,

And the tall building men smiled,

The smile of a content city.

Look how the words sway

I heard a crazed bully yell a lot of words at a cat

I could see the cat take the words and shuffle them around

Place that one here that one there

Join those two, three

Just join the dot sign on the dotted line

And the all the cat could see was a tuna fish

A tuna fish made of angry words

It licked its lips

Called upon its ancestors

Panthers, lions, wombats, skeletons, carnivores, herbivores

And pounced

That bully is still angry

But the cheek scars show the story

Of the swaying words

Of the wizard cat

Of the beauty of the animal kingdom that we forgot

Look left then upon my trousers

Look at the way the pond swells up when I kiss your knuckle

Its as if the ducks are letting off atomic boommbangs

Get get get egged on by someone who is silly then blame them for a cooks bad eggs

If some one was always looking left for you then you would have a sore neck and you would be lazy and you would look crazy and your hair might get tangled in you eariings.

Do it for yourself

Release the slave

Look left

Look right

Cross bridges and pour water onto the dragons beneath

They don’t even mind trust trust

The damned souls arnt coming for another eighty seven weeks

So get the tinsel and angel dust ready

The parties only just getting rumbled up

Lundro

I think I left my pouch at yours 

My tobacco is nice and I think that the brownness of it is nice

I like the way it rolls and burns and tastes

Smoke it roll it buy it

A cigarette after dinner is great

But a cigarette after sex is better

But a cigarette after a heavy think and after sex is really really nice

I think you dig my words out of my pockets because I haven’t really thought about it

I wish my pockets were a bit deeper so you could get in and become one of them

I could just let you out of my mouth whenever I wanted

Come in the pocket and we can try

Get in the world of stars and worlds that are my pockets

Hop on the floating word BED and just relax

The pockets should hold up for you

Ill need a thesaurus but I think we can make this happen

Prism, spectrum, conundrum and other wonderful words

Look into the triangle of the city

The three points meet in the middle where the wind kisses your toosh

It makes you wonder if under the city hide gnomes

Who send signals up to the business men and café owners?

Tell me what to do gnome face

Show me where the treasures lie

In a park with a willow garland in the middle

No no no

I don’t want to listen

Not today

Tomorrow I promise

Gnome gnomie gnome

You could be a goblin with a devil heart

But I think you’re cute so go ahead

Tell me where to go

Conundrum bonundrum trunalgruram

Who says those are my bedposts, just give me a postal service to send it

Ill show you how I feel about your baguette once I get it

Ill tell you about love once we feel it

NO

Don’t wait for this and for that

Go go get, listen to the gnome under your house, under my house

Under our house

Go about life as you would about McDonalds

With your head held high

You ears splayed forward

And your purse of ideas upon to all