AhhhhyymaaayyyyT

cleaning washing vacuuming the mind, changing the nappies of thought, smoking time away.
A tidy house is a tidy mind, fighting the forces of chaos in my domain is tiring. Order over time.
Put on a mixed lot of socks, yesterdays shirt until todays shower, burn wood. Chaos over order.
No thing never changes ... maybe death... Lifes great multicoloured threads wend thier weft.
... and unravel for all minds to move through, loosely, lost, finding, til we are parted. Endarkened.

Synchronouscity

The Flutterby Effect
Here sit I
there cityou
wonderin what we gonna do
Same time different place
wasted synchro city pace
Got nous , but no us
Got nows and thus
And thens and agains
which starangely rhymes with Ians and Glenns
Got driving feelings to break on thru....

Synchro

The Flutterby Effect
Cracker me ol smacker.. looks like we musta been composin at the same time :-)

Or in other words..

f you didnt click the piccy to read it clearly..


Fanned by some of the beat mynds of our generation
I stood and burned on Port Albert Road
A rounded hipster, connected to the fiery machinery of light
And heat. The lava ash of poetry ,
insatiate with a can of rtd, a package of cigarettes a candle
burned alive in my innocent polycotton shirt
Like a fabulous yellow roamin candle,
I aint worth Jack
Saying common things, yawning, desirous of nothing.
O, what a panic's in my breastie, what bickering brattle
Burn Motherfucker burn
My wound is owed to Calliope, Ginsberg and Robbie.

Howlin 

friday on my mind

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