little boy submarine.

Little boy submarine

Watch out for green jongleurs forests in the pond water, stoving above the pepper pot, jungles growing up, to four moons hanging from the ceiling which shine bright upon the table top
Theres mud at the bottom its chilean clouds, a davide's dress, wrapped in sound
chutney coloured sprig of rosemary
these arnt messy waters
its just the sun got thick and oily
melting into a block in the bottley sea of green
little boy singing
we all live in a red submarine
we all live in a red submarine
as the bottle stays still
so still shall it be
as the spirits of rose dance inside
the girl over hay
dangles a fork prongs down from her chin
tribal white line of cream
digitallly captured
all covered
cheek to grinning cheek
in foaming bubble bath
before the
hey how are you?
you fancy something sweet?
blah blah blah blah blah
back wash

a mayhlo honolo sammy rolli
the bottle doesnt move
the sun is rising
busking yellow
murken green
next to the dark dark red
of the uprising submarine
dive, dive, dive
proper bright from the other side
the words in the water shimmer and bubble
like caledioscopes of squiggly blue ink, beatles which bounce, bounce, bounce, bouncer, bob, on top of the roof, happy, like a hundred million stars, noughts, circles, squares and crosses,
in pale shades of yellow and ping and more stronger
dark in blue and green, leaping turning, spinning, cartwheels, whirl whinding, in the bleak mid winter sack, a bag opened, frosten wind and snow tumbling free, to all

underneath the ear to the end of the dragon mr why why why flowers head, inside the heart of a star, inside the heart of the star, far away, right down the opposite end of the the long table, two empty chairs keep moving, multi-coloured virginia, golden vagina, vagina, vagina

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Now the chair on the end is fucked
and the two on the left empty
paradise lost
bird flower
red treacle
neck drop
fleck stroke flash
bobble fingers
wrap and bubble
pop pop
amelie my
humming bird
darker than the spacey green
a fan shunting forwards and backwards
theres something about that mix
brown and green
a girl with brown skin and green eyes
stunning
wings
its a humming bird
isnt it
hovering
to give the get the fox glove hug
all over the car pit
blue spear upon
the jamaican fire
the earth explodes in sparrows eyes
the dragon breathes fire
like a slash in the rain
a slash in the rain
a slash in the rain
a shooting light like a star floating to land
splash from of the bed
into a puddle
the white
the green
the earth
the mud dragon flower rainbow fire
the huming bird
vibrations
vibrations in the air
familiar bird
of paradise

animals into the jungle hollowing and shrieking
ectasy
whoop, whoop joy, rolly poll,
ba bah ber bah ber bah badoum
stop flash run
through the feathers
pandas
swinging through the vines
birds of paradise
over and over and over
roll
almost
as if someone had knitted out of wool
knitting needle factories
to grow some plants
to make soft wool
and knit
nit nit nit
jungle buddy
after
jungle buddy
one by one
in the animals go
through the washing machine door
until a hundred million
tiny soft toy finger puppets
are going round
and round and round
the wall
in a wet soapy spinning cycle
of jungle freedom

the sound whirrs elect tick
light is bright in this place
spinning around
as the chink of knifes scrape
from behind a door
and cutlery chinks
glass to glass
two beaming bulbs
meet like kissing fish
lips
johnny five is alive
coming out of the plaster
beside the crack
falling from the ceiling
which splits the place in two
zig-zag pyramids of moon tines
annupurnas treking across the paint
the inward eye of a gaping big nosed cyclops man
strong lines bold brows
flushed energy to the right


the crack in the wall
helen and christine apart
helen is a dragon flower
a soaring
spirit
flying like a small childs gurgling laughter
travels through the dark
deep down blue
here is space
the crest of the sea
green forest
tree root spirits dance
spice in the bottle
hat
lime
sharp taste
swirl and brush
stroke stroke
your rythmns
and rivers
cosy
upon the shore
lap lap wave
its all dark
the blue is bright
its all dark
the green is bright
its light
this dark bright light apart
from the corner
which is dressed in sweepers black
magicians fire green

crackle crackle pop fizz pop bang
flying soaring
free
above
moving above these colours
helen
flower dragon
bright hook
yellow
aloe-vera tail
wings of red and yellow
rocky arms
muhammed ali
the blazing fire
in the colours of the african rainbow
slipping into the mix mush jam

damson jam pot raspberry
strawberry
what you do is you get things that taste good
and put them togethor to make them taste even better
a splash of white on a bit of blue
a splash of navy
along the velveteen
a splash of purple on the scarlet
pimpernell
a stripe of red leaping out of the rainbow african fire

cracked in two peels
off like a banana
losing its skin
curtains open
onto
the washing machine
which has been doing its thing
hoovering
humming
into and out of the cycling positions
one leg
one arm
stuck in fith gear
smashing pumpkins
popping chocolates
two wrapped up crunchy planets
spinning peanut butter in a bowl
out and in
round and round
sun pat
all right
rolling
swirling
bass ball
diamond
home run
sliding
the pink petals
up the side
new yorkers
grooving the edge
you two
dirty memories
factory town
where the streets have no name
tasty chococolate
stolas
roll on and on and on little whirr
soothing whirr
the constant scrape the constant flow
the two orb chocolates
dance the dance of the universe
i want to share this movement
beautyfull with sound
both halfs of the chocolate pear
pan tide patterns on the flowery bowl
i want you to see the dance smell these characters sweets
hear there traqnquility
high high high
taste their perfct beauty
only
a monkey came
swinging out the tree
oooh choocolate
pop pop
vrump away went ball number one
gump
leaving ball number two
billy the bull
sitting all lonesome
in a universe of pink flower petals

ook ook
look the monkey
ook what is this
its chocolate
it looks like a piece of sheet
eee yumbo, yumbo oh!

chocolate number two
the second ball
is munched
as crackles
sizzle sparks
of blue
lead on
white paper
spin round
and round
for a detox
a bubble bath
wash zig zag
triangles number nine
tastes pretty good
its all right
gone too another place
the beautifull chocoalte universe which could be shared for many many to enjoy
or gurgled, gurgled, gurgled
in pleasure
sweet pleasure
beautifull worlds
space alive
whole chilies
burning fire on wale skin tongue tips
fanatasia
xing
the four heroes
chocolate melting
away
not shared
no pain
for the universe celebrated
in constant change
of course
there are other worlds
and one of the chocolate remains
to be eaten
b a person
not nowhere near the flower bowl alive

Too rocket life the ships do fly powering turbo hectic flight the twists the turns hoodoo ferns, a wash, a wash, wash away until yahoo, then soft feather coming into to land, safe, safe, safe

The jungle animals slowly came back to reality
like the ending cycle
the extra spin
the gradual slowing down
speeding fair ground ride
slow
faster
faster
faster
until
the peak
then slowly fade out
back down till stop
click tick whirr
tick sounds
the relax ticking water wash
kerflump!
an object falling through the air
from top to bottom
head over heels
in space that is
the washing machine

The water is soapy
it slooshes like waves of the sea
or oceans slop that is sweeping
over and then off the fleur boards
of a ships deck
then it is gone
like all the jungle animals
apart from one
a wooly
black and white orange beaked
orange footed penguin
called donna
who enjoys riding
round and round in a blur
and then summer salting
through the air
some times
grace fully
some times
just dropping
from one metal plate to another
clumbs
funny
bump
head back
hands behind
legs out
comfort
relax
round and round
super clean
washing machine
riding penguin
theres always one int there
odd sock
there always one

Left inside the machine
two socks
pairs
one by one
big bundle
bundle!
ones left in the machine
believe
theres always one
square peg round hole
square peg round hole
odd socks
left in the red pill space
sinking washing machines

We all live in the painting
factories
knitting bags of bees
knitting bags of bees
that sting sting sting
underneath the sea