Strangeling...

Just dust on his glasses

Wipe me away with the sky

Pull the blankets from children

Speak calm in a hurricane

You do know the script is backwards?

Rolling fists

Sandstone cliffs

Giant fish

Lavender mantra

I am Calvera

A gypsy Grandmother with an orange peel smile

Lady fortune teller; dream seller

Stellar ambitions for a daughter

Of a divine Chief

Crimson-lion-snake-tailed-whale-bone-necklace-wearer

The son of a part-time pallbearer

I am a placid Private

I just lost my Corporal

Now I'll lose the war

I feel ordinary- no flattery

I feel tired- no walking today

I feel useless- no apparent improvements

Drunk tongued awkward one

Solid lunged walking forward-run

My brain won't budge

I dreamt of violent people turning into lions

Eyes of miles and miles of ions

My neighbour hated my loud music

He was fiercely ill

Five fingers lead to one palm

Sprouting tall to touch the sun

Eating stars that fell to the window sill

It's more like photographs than film

A wood whittling box making occultist

Using small children's eyes to focus

Hocus pocus, whore and hostess

They came together like family

Drinking blood and lime happily

From Napoli- a soup made of lilly

Cannoli

I ate one full of napalm