Tooth-Hurtyish,
twinkling casually on
the blackened ovaries:
bleck and wite unite
and fight in equaliser dreams;
might have beens, should have beens,
mass in your strangulated,
nutritionless mind,
in your dreams like somewhere safe,
nuzzling down,
cuddling up in green mossy pot,
snug as a bug in a rug.
prone alert god
basking scrumpled in seed grass
melts gold leaf sun
dreams of the run
scampering last evening
dumb flounder, scoundrel stray
easy busy summer antic hay
wild dreamscapes frolic
buzzball spangles make mad play
pause scandalous figary
gathering bright ideas
crazed dandelions
Should shower: won’t.
Cherooted to the Spot.
Thoughts of Sixty-eight
Memories of Sixty-nine
Spring
To
Mind
Danny Cohn-Bendit
How does your face fit?
Michel Foucault
Diogenes flow
Goes
To
Show
Grimbeau 