It was love, but the afternoon was raining on daisies.
It was a tragedy but the beginning of nightfall was reigning terror.
It wasn’t happiness but there was always something other than this or that to do.
It couldn’t be right in case the specialism landed on you.
Modesty fled the field of fairies the day I stood before your empty arms
And it was not long before I was reminded of the reprimand of finding divinity
Naked beside the clothes of those who had served their nation in violence and harms.
Such harms have been befalling the roadside of kill and hopeless despair
That random access memory is identifying Adventures in Hi-Fi everywhere.
how can this be?
Stay
the ‘with me’ is coming!!!
Emptiness is so far long gone that the vision of the named street is turnstile
Across a field that is not important to me the other way around.
Who owns you?
Who knows you?
Who loves you better than me?
Who are we?
Who can we be?
Where is the shitfall from losing MTV?
If they keep the Fall unplugged will the raw plug settle the dispute
Can the Great Wall fall from the internet image
Faster than a MiG of latent pursuit?
And a separate meaning for the half past 3 version of me
That is spoken for by a vision of a vestibule’s remainder
As a child before me.
Woodstock.
Frontiers.
The use of enemy.
Man was going to learn so much from so little in such a quick time…
TIME
Time to steer the ship of corroborative oceanographers far from the quiet union
Where masters shape style like violins awhile on the boarding of why the artists were fair?
When there was hair cutting everywhere
And nobody wrote a note
On why the lady left the man some hands at the boat?
Catch me a drift on the ocean of time that measures some symbols for infinite rhyme
Laughter is greater when the Priesthood is farmed
The messages are clear that the tax means more harm
Than good to some that need the food.
Good rude light
Close down tight
Mistake the fire light
For Africa from Toto and castrations’ hard bite.
Chomp down on a cherry and I’ll sell you a berry
From the garden of the hairy Trolls and malfeasant mapping souls
Of Israel and Jerusalem twice removed from capital crimes.
Angels have wings that eat Thyme some times….
>>> I could not keep that one away.
Class the glass and the D-Sharp shards always
With white and blue remembrance of how the pence was spent
Before the BBC insignia meant to eclipse all Anthems.
Lock me in the garage with my decks and see if I think of my Ex?…
Close the door of my bedroom and see if I dare to repeat words with mushrooms?…
Such is the layer
Such is the echo of orchestra as I play [ ]
That this [ ] that my mother gave me
Will not be the wanderer that auto-saves me.
Can you not see that I was not meant to be
The Rock and Roll Generation when Easy Listening was not ‘free’?
Did that hurt Thee?
Father oh, my Father
Renegade water
Dressers and daughters
A guitar was accompanied by men
Where was England when the Harp met an end?
Church
Maddog
Glory
and Choir
What have you acquired to remind yourself of how tired the drugs keep you
And the Asian Pharmaceutical crew?
Boo!
I am for you
The envy of a robotic day in coach class
For a pass at my ass walking down St Giles
All those miles, listening to [ ] sing the narrow mate of the soul debate
Why should a CD Walkman worry you so much
For the arrogance of a pasting your wallflowers can’t touch?
What is the price of some red and yellow flowering kebab juice,
That oceans the scene of youthfulness before the Eucharist that controlled [ ]?
Where is [ ]?
How do you manage time?
Why does my degree fascinate you?
When will you overtake me with your crimes?
Time was given to man to see the hollow emptiness of prophecy
So when the stars gaze down and are kind,
There is no onerous burden to shape the blonde man blind.
Thus is the law of repetition so fairly laid down
As I look at us frowning around and around
For some fair shares on salvation repeated for some membership and song
That finds the truth a hanger on and slips when something is wrong.
What is the beat when the lock is upped in tempo?
How do they move their feet when the royalties leave with Garage, Drum n Bass and some Techno drilled fast paced tempo?
Are these Church requirements?
Does the good shepherd count his pies out like strawberry fields?
When we picked last December, Christmas had its chill
But in times to come and sharing the remembrance
There is timid nuance, mimesis and Bhangra dances on the window sill.
Leave the folded i-Pad there and let the Yankee me 1980s unaware.
Such will be the Evangelical loaded affair
Welcoming lads without mags for some clear cut praise of the masterly beard and hair.
All will agree and consensus will be the issue
First come will serve last late as comparison needs no tits or tissues.
Jesus will be sport when Oasis are not in court
For the slaughter of Sally and her Mustang
And all that one billion clones of [ ] drank
Of Bacardi in jest in the actor’s room with vests on:
Lovers get cold when the heating is on
Come on! Cheer them on! There is only 1, 2, 3, 4 (5) [ ] to get up,
Stand up
Stand up for the whites
This is no time for vicinity awareness without the playground letting the Council know the style was not write.
Write a letter
Make a point
Ask a question
Call a university
But don’t leave the old lady on me!
I am free, like a bird to see what is within me
They said it was called Buddha but I cannot see past that fat crap within me.
Put that on repeat and we’ll see the Way of Bruce Lee
And an actor who made history for the Cult of (Brandon’s) Personality.
Qi
The Maker
And [ ] quatered faker: What is said next is the paranoid hex of Mandrake and the Children of the Corn that warned of the episode Leonardo forgot in time.
Worries are mine<
Can you see me back, yet?
Fast is the check that meets film maker with music,
“Musician”
*Soundcheck*
[Jesus: “Are the lights on yet?”]
For me, there was no worry when the voices came in a thick and hurry
A nation that is not loved will not love you back when the men in black are not you black.
Do Black Lives Matter? When the priest and his daughter are fatter
Than forbidden knowledge that matters …… IN A RUT!!! I an I
BLAT! BLAT! BLAT!
Move over Mozart, Beethoven is in a film
The dog has a white owner [ ] has not killed.
The laws of violence of confusing me,
Maybe they are filming me too?
It could be that I am lonely, hungry and lost and alone and spawned by some century:
It could be that the Satan’s horn has to be lost and alone
lost and alone
“lost and alone”
lost and alone
*lost and alone*
Thus were the six verses spoken that kept the time of day separate from The Wandered
And the Ventured where met where the crossed path knew enough maze and history
To accomplish meaning worth the tale and telling to the person dressed in a coat
Standing next to the shop clothed in a century I will let you think what to call?…
Not all life was labelled before The Fall
Not all life was filmed before The Fall
Not all Latin was spoken before The Fall
Not all violence was ‘in’ before The Fall.
Thus spoke the seven Apocalypses of 12 stages of grief that court the dangerous soul
Travelling far from the Astral Cloud
Soon to marry the Harmonic Convergence
/ [ ] /
Heaven is in between the rooftop of too much ambition and yesterday revision
Of Iran and Camelot embattled in Christendom
For what Fifedom taught the un-ancestered how to deal with about this way and that way
And one big story
One big hoard
One big load
The Lords v R and Regina
Pull the other one about that wining and dining
It isn’t even half past seven for the checking in crew of The Royal Albert Hall
And the HEADLINE crew ready for one of those gigs
Sit still without a jig
Survive until half time without a cig
Let the cage denounce the seat for some reconfiguration
Your soul
Your nation
Your hybrid self received recovered half-membrane for some jiving, diving shares in a turncoat event from the usual rigmarole down the road at Buckingham
“Dancing in the Street!”
…… ….. Chicago
How the music played on!
A nouveau riche lone love song to New Orleans
Did you know where the lady had been?
Did we know where I Passports had machines?
[ ] and [ ] selling the spout out of the place
[ ] in costumes settling contracts without a disgrace
The vile vile violence played on like a maestro conducting some orphaned Fanfare of guilded majesty without a rodeo at the end of it
And the band played Mary
Ride out
Climb out
Seldom are such chances seen
To squeeze [ ] for New Years in between two [ ] and a clown show
Foremost New Year’s friends and allies
Secondly a dose of reality and hot ass that shouts and shies
Away from telling other people of things what they know
When the Mssrs say that the true show is down below
Hells and fires down deep where stomach churning audiences are soft aware
Of hair that shaved the Bardo and came back with Sultans’ still unprepared
For the 2300s
So let the games begin
DJ’ing and all that Jazz
[ ] won’t salvo that half day will she?
Lay ahead the corner of the road where the turning is meeting dust and lamp post
And you will find me there within the club playing cards late at night.
Again.
The ammunition is lady
And the tramp is the frame
So remind to laugh
When oil pays your Buy-In again.
Christmas time, Mistletoe and wine
Children riddling with Islamic guilt and lined coats.
On to the next moat
The Text will reduce the sales of wagon and post haste chariot and coarsely chartered star searcher
A vagabond looking for money
Money looking for a home
A home looking for sex
The sexed looking for his exes.
That was it!
The mission, the meandering, the moribund mentioning of myself amongst the crowd for others to see
What is it about me?
You will see.
I will see
What I have seen
The aged man and seventy years hence of experienced laughter
What rages has been the inclusion of verse in the heraldry of time
That accents the consultant to condition every crime?
Mention
Mouse
Woman-frame
The wooden man again.
These are the flowers shared on the table for tea
After the practice session of Jeet Kun Do at about a quarter past three.
Some would say there is a point to me
Otherwise would look away to history
Can the awakened stay in time for personal poesie
When the truth into time is unanswered in front of me.
Write!
Flow on.
Channel the Logos and settle the language Island to Island
One day man will forget what a country is.
One day woman will remind him where he belongs.
Dance to the song
Spin the record right around
Satan is proud
The Hell’s Angels are around
Something is belonging again
That about explains my brain.
Useless to other
Useful to some
Mastery is a theme of ebbing and flowing.
So I may come back and go away again
On the place where masts make sense of time.
Weedle down the winch and describe something done by the workman
And let the lousy history woman wonder how her fiction is not the hardman.
The Temple, the Missionary Position and the Hard Hat
Can a bag of flour make the news when the cream of a pint of milk went flat?
Acid attack!
Shit on my face!
Bukkake disgrace!
Labelled an Ace!
Teleprompter race.
All news will agree with you.
There will be tea enough for two.
Nothing pleased the vendetta that got better when the Masque was a go-getter
Fathoming the Mile-End climbing wall for the stalled halls of Mont Blanc
And the random walks of celebrity no-thanks.
Those were the eras of Think Tanks
And those were the empty ears of raped Satellite TV Stations.
Nations grew from nations
Anthems told of House and Playboy Mansions again
:India: was @fashionable:// and “the” – women – hid (their) [SHAME]
Fashion was rationed
Magic was a passion
Maya was diminution
Eartha Kitt’s granite was a steal for a maggot’s fruition.
Some where left out
Workers went to the left
Some where joined in
Joe was with Pip again.
Let me in! Let me in!
The mirrors cannot stand that din.
The mellow of a crowd walks high and proud
And Adam is retrained after school for his Turin Shroud.
All thinking things are possible to the benevolent great
No thing is right for the Conservative straight jacket.
Sausages and packages
French bread and hags with witches and brooms to thanks for massages
Stillness was [ ] and [ ]
Vienna was a Cruise Liner beside yesterday’s Barge.
Still nothing spoke to me of memory
Nothing came back from the tracks of my beers.
Force another one on me and let’s leave out the love, light, presence and three cheers
There’s compassion on [ ] t-shirt for those looks that leer at me
Streets free of the common reprieve
A Queen who could not see
A King who would not be
3 Princes who dared to dream
Quiet children adrift on a mile high stream.
The wisest were visited by the messiest of men
Who told them of a land of happiness and Zen
Then they accompanied the mysteries of Mohammed
To laugh at the landing of Doctors with more camping.
If more is less than before in the currency
Then how can you change the world in dungarees?
Towns have space for people all over the place
But monstrosities need great things to spread viruses instead of the human race.
Quality
Quantity
Sayings that are free
Quotes made easy for literary leprosy.
What is the Medic?
What is the G.P. I.Q.?
What is the no answer your pension can see through?
Some came but they were not enough
Charity was changed but the black bags were too tough
Motions were passed but the Parliamentary shit got rough
Lords were asked: But that [ (him?) ] was enough.
Edwards became the King that the schooled were in the ring
And language became the singular of a Big Band that had no brother.
“[ ]” sang [ ] for other tracks and that odd node
Resistors were made so that blokes could get along too
/ without the Describable Crew
“without the describable crew”
What was the Native Son in you?
When they asked about Tibet, Viet Cong and Timbuktu?
/ add [ ] too
“sue ‘Sue’ [ ]? Too two? [ ]”
Life carried on
There was muchness of felatio and open carriage and alien foreignness
The centre was taken by the horrors of the Operas
The operatic effect of the claustrophobic reject
Theatres played to crowds
“Bravo!” rang around
Africans starved
[ ] starved [ ]
Half under that pint hat
Was a woolen that sang [ ] until it was [ ].
The youth were never to regret
The pewter was never to saw the gauze
The sciences were to claim the collective
The noun was rallying the adjective on all fours.
We’re animals again: The G7 strain
0202 and nothing was basic again
Anymore, do you think of me
City of the polls and the data that is free?
Toltec, Mayan, Aztec and really Indian business affair
Did you thank the Navaho when Victor Hugo Chvez stood where W. was all that stale and aware
Of The Decider
The Accomplished
The ability to beat someone else
Who will answer the best question under exam conditions
When a review is available for a mid-life monk for a woman’s Llama’s health?
The distraction of a driving licence
The attraction of an open pen
The harness of a Hen Night
The burning furnace of not being to stop scratching.
Itch elsewhere you noisy impudent witch
I have an I when you are not a sold out bitch.
Cost is effective when H.M.V. is alive and kicking
But India is evil for the boisterous families of five that keep [ ]
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
Mahabharata was sold on another clock
Boom! Shake the Room! [ ] has a good ‘Froom
The slippers under his and their beds can be sold after noon
On the Hill Station house under arrest
For a marriage that is best
Tears On My Pillow #[ ]
Children that test the patience of time cannot find time to place a good find
So parents that lace their traced affections on so called friends with affections
Need the cow-mowed mirror of media allowed
To keep their venom socially acceptably popular and known aloud.
Fear the reaping of the wind
Frighten the sleeping of the yogi within
Dance like a Tahweer without a Caesarean fear
That the knife’s edge will return again so soon
This year
That year
Only year
One bedroom apart
The art of polyester sweaters
The heart of a Chakra in the 1970s Jester
The swimming pools of Selly Oak with the Asian of Tiverton laughing at jokes
Seldom is Aldi seen next to Marks and Spencers…
… The Shopping Malls in India will need music by December
Africa will play [ ] again.
The wars broke out and there was never not no strain
Speak and Spell did well again.
Spot the I, Lose Your Religion
But nothing could cast that doubt like Top of the Pops on your television.
Malaysia
Provinces
Unopened maps
Consequences
French disguises
High brow men with noble more than prizes.
Courage was not befitting a life with a CV
Bravery was put on hold for the toy soldiers on TV
Love was a lost cause for [ ] and his Oceans’ clause
Cowardice was an Arjuna affair
The years rolled in and the hours rolled out
The lawyers thought of people
Sometimes
And [ ] drank and had some Twist and Shout
Balls
Minion
[ ]
What is the cash of that [ ]
On and off T20 sofas that burn the Cricketing ledger?
Come close together
Let’s see the fireworks without the Baby Boomers
Can you thank Waterloo for Napolean rather sooner than sooner’s reminded sooner?
Shine on, you crazy diamond
I’ve a drugged idea for you
The mention of Birmingham for finance
Is a proper tie for my romance in you.
Laugh
Joy
The erectile dysfunctional seek and destroy toy
There were boys in Chesterfield with hair more blonde than the racist who sold me a magazine
Do you know what that means?
All was contact
All was war around
All was pussy and preening pleasure
All was a hospital that would someone or other very proud.
These were not the times of the ordinary man
These were times when Patriotism was truly tested
These were the times of lifelong business friendships
These were the times counted by lifeless impersonal spendthrifts.
What is the Tune that satisfies the ‘I’?
What is the helicopter doing in the sky?
Who can censor when [ ] is frozen?
How does Catwoman answer when her pocket book is not open?
That is the man the bat danced for
That is the knob that is trained on the door
Those are the alloy wheels [ ] died for
That is [ ] laughing at Clocktower for all that that is worth.
Sell me the earth
It is Democracy (right) Now!
If one man is a good man, then the Bible can tazer Amy anyhow.
Buy me the planet
Let me get permission for my imagination
If no woman is a bad woman, the Christian can lazer my Ascension.
Hold on to the world
There are structures in that:
The man will come back for some more information and my house money and pet cat.
Those were the ideas of the 1770s
These will be the ideas of the 1955s
Dull are the Arcturians to spy more than Five Alive
All will be One when Thumbs Up keeps Jalandhar striving
For more than [ ]
Boom! Boom! Tere Bhaen.
Mine is the pen that keeps time twice.
Open a laptop and swear by National Defence~
Make some notes and keep quite like [ ]
Dance like a dinosaur close to a man called [ ]
There will come a time to see another Ex.
Thus was spoken the poky Prophecy by an Angel next to me
About a land before the memory that needed one or two things
Sing!
Sing!
More than Singh, can the Guru get passed and “SING!”
Thus was an alibi two decades and a regality without a dull thing.
Then the rain rendered a reddening sky that fell about the world
There was temerity amongst the humid humans searching through Science Fiction
The songs knew no diction
The style of Harry was next to a man called [ ]
And the models were as young as [ ]: [ ] & [ ]
Again and again the Amethyst warmed the Cotton Gin
The memory stirred the Vat and the cap came in second base
As the rough rider made strides to solve the crime of unfashionability
Unrespectability
Undiminishing glory
And the hours kept on singing for me.
For what is life but a song unless the depth of a Black Man’s woe be long?
How can mother know the Karma of Ramadan and it’s leg warmers
The jungle in the gym, the white people dancing themselves thin?
There must be an agreer moment
There will be a final atonement.
For hours were walked by when the slave master questioned me:
What is the Egyptian acumen when the sand is not known to the elementary?
The schools are walking on beaches that are landed afar by the whales of time,
The mentioning of great soldiers that hesitate before the warriors of Thyme.
Did you import that song? Great credit of momentous affair!
Are you going to carry me along? When will I get my ‘her’ and get to get to Weston Supermare?
… Far far away from the shattered tiredness of an Astral Traveller
The dreams of University correct the lazy vision dulled by Romantic haters.
They said I was too short
They called my coat unbuttoned
They denounced me with and without hair
So I swiped my goatee off them.
… Then came in the Dear Beethoven,
For what will happen to you but Time. They will export their dicks and change
While you and I sing exceptionally for the Australian about ranges
That and this, this and that, stones and sabres, tooths and twats
All is One for the Creator
All is Danke Schoen for the waters
They cross the sadness of difference better than me
They bear the cross of wilderness better than me listening to ‘he’.
For once there was a time when man knew God
And there were Nordic crossings when the men knew their Lords.
This was before the Cricket
This was before the wisdom of lady’s legs insured before the desks of Entertainment Tonight.
Come to me tight and let me unbutton your costume of tired years and ages
Dusted in formidable cages that nuisance the Great Barrier Reef
For the Coral Snake of Brahma.
There is your Karma for a beard worth knowing
There is your drama for a soul worth showing
For once from all did 1 step forth
And then from many did he point to the North.
Ours is the penance of constant Continental mire
Theirs is the Africa of linguistics that psychologise the waste of Aphrodite’s lyre.
Is there anything you can’t sell:
Is there a price for those oil wells?
When did you pan for gold:
Was it your mother’s Civil War or beard that grew old?
Facial hair
Clowns were kept the same when the nations were drained
Artists were deemed integral when the Priests became Pastors for the Evangelical
Intellect was property when the blonde had her hair dyed instead of her
Jokes were dropped Jewish aplombed when Milton Berle knew the long hours ahead of [ ] and [ ] use of feminism’s use of the uncomfortable ‘her’.
Is that a show I see before the telling TV?
Are there defences for [ ] and me?
Survivors on an island without a game of chance
Drew dickery and top comeuppance for the layers that [ ] had plenary planned.
Some scripts were kept top secret
The soundtrack was not known
The administrator had had a day off
The soundtrack was unknown
The films were off the record
The security guard was off with the Nation’s clone.
They had [ ] on a while back
They day I walked into a lonely night with my laptop on tight
I thought I saw a pussycat choose
What the Black Man had a right for me to lose.
I did not marry in the end
Nor did I offend the clouds with a child to believe in
For if I did who would take that
If Britain batted first with [ ] telling [ ] that?
What?
Anything.
Then let it be so.
Some countries can take a change and let off others for Karma not being written about what is down below
On to the 21st Century: Vivekananda is their lecturer for the trees of silence
The Indian Mother and her pastoral care for the billions under unaware
Of the negligent negligee of sounds before blackness that awaken fair representation.
“Fair’s fair” at 65
Fare at the fare: Keep the Carnie Code alive
For a burn and no child left at the ranch
And all those white collar crimes that the Black Man did catch.
“Save the pound!”, Save [ ]
My future looks vague
They called our Queen, a Stag Do.
Calm as the serene waters the days continued and no one saw the fights
There were nights when the realm of Angels was actualised by the ostentatious seeing of a Rishi
There were times when rhyme was as effective as “O Ye of little faith” before the fed with the little fishies.
For nothing works, sometimes not even time
Krishna has experienced that, and Krishnamurti is fine
Maybe you like cops and robbers
Maybe you like to eat with your parents
Maybe you come home from the Mandir early
Maybe you write out God’s name with penance.
Thus spoke Muhammed to me, a little naïve of the duties
Overwhelmed with the sedantry and newly acquired state of kid-adulthood
Person-Before-State
Been-Here-Before-Without-Ships-Mates
But nothing seemed to work
“Not even a past life before the bezerk”
And they medicated me my Karma
“And they meditated for their drama”.
On went the world in search of peace
Adverts and the contours of a continuance of the readings of F Scott Fitzgerald
FOR THAT IS THE WAY THE WORLD WORKS
And we met for a drink at The World’s End Pub in Camden
When the Jazz Café told us it was closed
I Covid-19
I Corona Virus
II Where have you been doing things for my embers lately?
And then they killed [ ],
And [ ] stood next to [ ] and [ ] left Al Capone alone
They murmured loudly about crumbling ivory towers of cookies fashioning down
They clocks kept track of the CDs in shops left alone
Big shops
Little shops
Fancy shops
Next to underwear shops
The kind of shops that India could so do with
The kind of kindness that India did with
The type of Stereotype that England was naïve about
The Think Tanks run on again.
If that was Aphra Behn they would murder someone
But because it is [ ] they have advised anyone
Dowse the [ ] Karma in advice
Blame anyone twice: Shaved or Bearded like a Baby next to a baby [ ].
Did you eat ham?
Next to Athena when the Saturdays were open
There were people without the fuss of Iran
Next to the people buzz of background Muzak of and from (but maybe not ‘with’) [ ].
For this was [ ]
And not the [ ] by [ ]
And [ ] records did not know [ ]
And [ ] was the best voice to read the news from and bring
The noise from [ ]
One walk was enough for shame in Smethwick
One road is enough with their houses on
One alley can playback enough songs for the Indian Bollywood immigrant crew:
“Acky 1! 2! 3!” That is for me. Proud of my history.
Shame it is the wrong one, son
Like the father who did not know his mum.
Land was given to man for housing
Such was the Nazi decree
Then came the internet for delousing
Those who searched through family trees.
For this was the way the world sounded
The day after Bollywood and sounded Judgement
After all the spoken words of the Black Man on C.N.N.
“How much land could he reclaim?”
Fame. Live forever. Confuse never. Nobody will see you do it.
Pick a pocket Oliver and confess to the clever man.
Live on the Welfare State and we will tell [ ].
For grass was once green to two people
And many more got that wrong.
It was off to the Vatican for a Records check
And more checks bounced off those that need being named
Their game, their stammer, their shadow and svelte debonair asking hammering:
How will you do? How will you achieve?
… The wealth of one nation, not yet a Continent on youth’s TV… a Vet knows an animal by now / Your “ours” is confusing to the Trillions of Dollars by now
When will a keyboard have OM?
When will we signify Qi?
Who can lesson the Pi of Silicone Valley
That [ ] was not [ ] in [ ] 3?
Such loneliness and barren desperate appealing consummation to the gathering and closeness of fools
The fools without fools
Who cannot be called fool?
“That that which nothing greater can be compared”
Who called that [ ] fool?
Those with stereo on as Superbowl brown merchant adverts went on air
and thus the world whirled on and people searched for significance
lying about the world of work and dying to tell the truth, one by one
One by One.
The sounds of the Asian Underground went Trip Hopping by
The melody of the naysayer went seriously about labelling that not Jungle posse
Talvin DJ’ed where [ ] left off
The sound of a whooping cough never did run smooth
Mumps, Rubella, Measles and (now) M.M.R. “rude health”
Sell
Buy
Stealth
Wise “Whys?”
All aboard!
And the train left the railway a little after 10
And there was Zen
To cope with the rough and nasty pushing past me
Eating your pastry
Have you heard [ ] lately?
Get me to my i-Pod on time!
I will listen to those [ ] and their rhyme.
If Jai can belong with Ho
Then down below I will sail those stormy waters and duly go
With the Jewry and Jury of the uncommonest hours
Who stole Oliver Twist and those Law Courts?
(.come.)
Real is to real and life is to life
Soul is to soul as Jazz is to be
But if meat is to wheat as sheaths of corn are to are
Then weakness is available after penmanship when you … ‘R’.
Wild Stage 