"OUR WONDERFUL BROWNSKIN MAN"


Blue ocean eyes, black panther thighs,
Wonderful brown man nose like a seahawk.
Musing the sea in harmony,
With the sky and the wine sun that owns you.
Buffalo's dead but they groan in my head
Twitching my hair with the dance of their good feet.
A ghostly Shawnee fed me honey,
Anil washed me with oils from Narnia.
Some cloudy heart blood, wept in the mud,
Near the corpse of our splendid friend hero.
His tattered head bent like a willow-tree tent,
And his ebony surf eyes leaked water.

"0 HARLEY (THE SALTIMBANQUES)"


Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose
No bigger than a bubby's thumb.
Medieval dublet, elk horn ornamented woodland trumpet,
Cradling your musket son.

Harlequin stands magnificent
Slaughtered tulip in the psalm of his lillywhite.
Harlequin stands theatrical
Mincing smirk dancing on the hip of his lip.

0 harley

Naughty to pretend it's so naughty so bad 0 harley

Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose,
No bigger than a bubby's thumb
Garlanded with bluebells strewn with silver birch
Spring grown tiaras Cradling your sabre son.

"EASTERN SPELL"


Eastern voices calling to you
Mystic magic oceans of blue
Timeless wonders cease to wonder
When you know the spell you're under Is mine.

Many times I've seen the sunset
Only 'cos I'm trying to get
All the love my mind is holding
Unseen pleasures are exploding for me.

Secret sounds of giant sea birds
Singing songs of lonesome sailors
Golden cats in temples only knowing
That the spell of time Is his.

"THE TRAVELLING TRAGITION"


Shadow cloak swift as a swallow,
Pantaloon down in the hollow,
Dancing, his voice like a cloud
In the death of my night.

Awful eyes, black Persian beggar,
Harlequinesque, hair plaited heather,
Stepping so lightly,
A sprite in the house of my sight.

0 m'dear, travelling Tragition,
It's sky clear, you're a gift from the fair folk.

"JUNIPER SUCTION"


There's a crawling sensation
An Astral vibration
That's sucking me into your sight
I can tell by your hair In the juniper chair
And the piraty twist of your mouth
I've constructed your frame In a plasticine game
And your eyes are the sweets of my youth
But I'm naked and bare in the ice of your stare
And I'm useless at telling the truth
So I hide with my head in the tent of the bed
And my body is sucked through your eyes
Then I quiver and shiver and start to deliver the goods
Then I vanish in size.

"THE SCENESCOF DYNASTY"


Meeting behind the iron sling
My brandy tongue was like a caterpillar thing
Suzy-hung up on Joan of Arc
Cloudily gave me the key to the dark
Scraping the lice from my bed
I sussed we were teleported into his head
A wormy blood train expected our feet
But I cradled Suzy's head in my lap
And fitted the stair to her gap
And led her off the Astral plane
Sculpting her features in flesh
Her Alice eyes scan the mythical scene
And rose on the veiny snake train
And prayed to his bastille sky brain
The driver was a cancer growth cell
His words were just recorded tapes of Hell
He left us in the room of faded scrolls
In a window wall we saw a good thought chained
But knifed into a portion of his brain
Was a whitish through back to the green Amazon leach
It was interlocked between his angel eyes
Which were bleached transparent
And his marble lips were paralysed
We swum and ran knee deep in plasma
The cello stairs reduced in size
The sunken landscape eclipsing into
A pair of blue Tazmanian eyes
Scenescof then became a midget
Scratching at the bone in my knee
Then an eat without a body
Listening to my mental sea
Suzy sat behind some loose flesh
Her pirate thoughts were both young and old
Reduced to wearing blonde lot earings
She held me near she felt the cold
We ran just like young fauns
And me I fought a great worm
Sent to taste my jaguar feet
And used his skin to make my wings begin
I sussed and stole a scene from Icarus
And flew us above some uncooked meat
A plastic hook pierced through my Instep
I flew too near his Brutus heart
But Suzy hip to all the future
Played the Victorian heroin's part
With my basted leg and rusty head
And Suzy in a Hipolite dream
I brandished my breathing machette
While Scenescof prepared his Gorgon machine
It flew out from its eyelid island
It's Vulcan teeth and hydra spray
It's scale y tang claws ripping rainbows
It moved it's cave lips in worlds of movement
It makes a sound it seemed to say
Keep cool the satin sun is yours
I see your youthy aura's bright
Expell your tears and jungle fears
I'm here it's going to be alright
Then Scenescof screamed his charlatan hair
Quick silvered from black to grey
Then the Gorgon moved the lizard dial
And was transformed into Grecian dust
And from the sand was born a blacked horned storm
With a charger and a spear
As he moved his limbs
The legend shaft sliced Scenescof from ear to ear.

"CHARIOTS OF SILK"


The toad road licked my wheels like a sabre
Winds of the marsh lightly blew
Stone jars stacked with stars on her shoulders
Hunters of pity she slew.

Chariots of silk she rode
Stallions of gold she owned.

A mad Mage with a maid on his eyebrows
Hunteth the realm for a God
Who could teach him the craft of decanting
The glassy entrails of a frog.

The Bard of my birth with his ballet
Walked the wild worlds in the chase
For the black chested canary
Who as a moose can sing bass.

"'PON A HILL"


'Pon a hill a green bird sat
Her owlets in a green felt hat
Her fortune was a wish.

Ambassador a heron blue
Rode on the dawn with kegs of dew
He said his tales were true

A ragged youth with eyes of glass
Was seen dancing upon the grass
His words were winged and wise

His shaven skull he etched with ease
The silent scriptures of the trees
His prophecies were You.

"THE SEAL OF SEASONS"


The seal of seasons moved with grace
Love
Upon the Orkney oceans face
Love
She swam and moved
Just like a prancer
A gypsy dancer
A salty shimmered shell of foam.

Out of the depths she stood before me
One breath and shells grew on my nut tree
It swayed and swum
Just like a prancer
A gypsy dancer
A salty shimmered shell of foam.

Her night it came and then she hooked her head
Unto the fleeing sun and then she fled
And flew whou
Just like a prancer
A gypsy dancer
A salty shimmered shell of foam.

"THE THROAT OF WINTER"


O the throat of winter is upon us
The barren barley fields refuse to sway
Before the Husky hag of early darkness
In her hoods of snowy grey.

Winter winter winter
Are you but a servant of the bad one.

Lo the frozen blue birds in the belfries
The bluebells in their hearts are surely prey
Unto the grasping bats-wing of the winter pincer
Hoods of snowy grey.