Up above the hair shop.

Up above the hair shop

Chinking laughter
Sweet chinks in the sun rise
Blossoming brook
The walls alive
Chatter bouncing in the corners
The cuve neck of the hall
White on been
Emerald
Mint
My legs are warmer
Than theyve ever green
Comfy and soft
Like
Snow drops
Coughs bounce
Laughter rings
Girls voices
Snipers, stabs shots
Is behind me all around
I am
Trashed into a sea of crescendo
The walls grieve and scream
The paint is smooth
Yet all i feel are bubbles
The voice carries on running
Tip-toe across the ceiling
Above my ears
Drowned in the ocean
Of strangers tongues
They burn out the paintwork
Its like spiders in webs
Cobbed where my eyes cannot see
Are chattering together
Whisps under light lamps
The lights whisper
I close my eyes
I am blind
My ears become my very being
As yet
I have not touched.

Its such a swift, chatter, sweet swooshing, swallow, yet, sharp shadey snipe, chaffinch, shadow chat,
Shooting sussing shooshing, slipping, slaying, sinking, scissor snips, its snipping, snip snip snip, whistling, a wash a wave a sea, i leave the walls and ceilings
The gossip behind backs and gaze
Gaze forward with open eyes over the balcony
Tops of heads are brave new worlds
No face, only ears and nose, pink to black
Bald men without, much hair, women, hair dangling down,
Beautifull, falls, colours in scarf stripes, fluff tuft russet
Hair abound leave the clothes
Everyone is naked, its all about,
The hair,
A dot on top an angel island prayer song
Chatting to the man in black
with hair turned flap a riding
printed bat open mouth
come shining
sweet allusion straw fields
celestial scraggle, solar curly wurly
light not much loose
crow a round
you you strokes
dark bangs straight
little bit tuft
incredible,
long waves of waterfalls
break upon shoal doors
open layers and layers
bright like the sun
sweep to the left
a bit to the right
sits upon blazer
silky to touch gorgeous
flocks of female lion
rough behind
badger hedge hog
crumpled rocks
barren peaks
mountains call
strong
dependable
weather beaten stone
black grey wash
iron lady
shorty yelled
“soft at back
hard on front”
sits a wire
field of flax
another a man
similar
sharp spiky hedgehog
shiny points in the light
“hello curly”
Bounce bounce swing
Completely pink
Shiny strip
Best of all
Bald

White so pure like waxen moons silver laced flowers
Frizz tizz sparkle
Playfull hair
Boing boing
Tied back hair
Reveals a path
A road
To where?

Strands that waft, wisp, and stand so enchantingly
With the air
What if the band was released
“let the trumpets ring out”
And the hair fell down
In that moment
Between moments
Hair up to hair down
eyes whir
sense stirs
taken in the creamy flump of nature
all the hairs, together, as one
rushing down woods
like a handsome player of the violin
drawing his bow across the strings
beneath a thunderous waterfall
to breathe deeply threw the nose
“the essence of such a thing, could turn a man into king.”

The sound of sights rip sip to beat the light awash with colour new
And a found a far underneath seven stars
A twisting twirling flex of cats
Pool towards the milk and lap
Quick straw quick straw
Sap sap sap
Pump pump
Pump pump
The beat of the hun
red million
crying trees
Tear drops into the river
more and more hair falls
Down hands fly
Like daggers
moonlighting with solar stars
fingers dance the waltz
all up and around
in and out
all over
in between
and through
the hair
caressing ears
kissing flocks of seagulls
rabbit eyes fox eyes
out of space eyes
starburst into streaming galaxies
milky ways
raving in the flash lights
from all tied up
the hair is floating down
quick
i dive over the balcony
into half a banana
i am plucked
one piece at a time and eaten
my yellow skin is peeled
i am free
outside my body
to be taken in a hand
instead straight to mouth
lips which chew
my softness that melts
A basket swing above the floor
As my four arms speckled brown skin dangles
We all swim into the ocean of hair
Breathe in the smell of church wood
The tiger stripes
run a finger across the grain
dirt that dreams of being picked by a cute nail
and taken to another play,
tomorrow where the mushrooms grow
It seemed the simple children
Couldn’t see the sunlight of their days
The words were written backwards
On the drips that drew the rain
And underneath the table was a pot
Of painted tails
It slipped
The chair next to me fell
The sound it made
Was of a whale
I was drawn
In a house
Beneath the waves, the bangs, the waves
Singlets droopy curtains slipped on soft face
Cushioned jumpers, as the scent of tangerine peels
Tornadoed its way up every nostril,
Every hand, and every jumper, and every hair, every lose fixed stich and garment became, all became, we as one togethor, played beneath the storm
Sweet gypsy music
neath udder
the giant space cow
Goddess milked her teat
Milk milk milk
Silver pickled drops did ring
Like a bikes bell
Ping a ling a ling
The spiders nipping scissor snips ceased
Undeneath the valleys water falls
Where the handsom violin player
Draws his bow across the strings

In a mellow eating ice cream, warm drink, glugging kind of way
The sound of wine being poured out the bottle, cooly, lovers getting into the mood
Passion in their eyes, sparks, and expression on their faces, we each turned into one anothers hair
As one
Beneath the waterfalls
A sea of hair
A multitude of colours, and vibration, sensations, as we travelled from where we had been to the floor, bodies gone, just a mashed up organism, the hair

In some other world beneath the water forms the people left completely bald
Rubbing each other’s heads in wonder, frivolity, astonishment and some shrieking hysterical in shock, despair, in some other world

The hair waited on the floor for more and more hair to come and join in the fun
Yeah way yeah way and then beauty on beauties
The giant brush, that swept all moving together
The burny rich smell
The soft the bristly, the honey silk angels, the cut rocked mountains, swept out of the light, mooshed together like a soap made up of all the slithers of other soaps into an altogether new and completely different place. Togethor. As one.

In some other world in some other world
The bald people discoverd a store that sold
Well they had a curious name
They were new
They were called
Wigs! Wigs! Wigs!
And they were made from all
Different colours
And types of hair
Mooshed as it were
Togethor
Like lots of slithers from lots of old soaps
To form new bars
Or barnets
In which the people decided
To joyously parade
In some other world
In some other world
Up above the water falls
The handsome bald man
surrounded by people with hair
Had every one eating fruit out the palm of his hand
For in some other world
there were
no wigs
the handsome bald man
Snip snip
was best of all
as he drew his bow
across the strings
all through out the valleys
down below the water falls.