Mrs Robinson.

Mrs Robinson

Im in
in somewhere at one
im in
love with spinning leafs
triangle shadows
knit on the wool
nag lamp critters
breasts creatures
pure bees nights
the shrikes so sweet
so sweet
the flour boards wooden
mr nice
protruding nails
super soaker red blood settling
howard marks
like a canadian oak knot
upside down rolling bike wheels
crooning prayer wheels
crispin leafs tied on the end of white string
turn turn turn
white wall
two shadow
papaya papine
white shaver
pulse the cat
tickle tickle
mousey mousey
leaf shadow
cold shadow on the canvas
steps inside the tent
you can enter inside
the tent of turning leafs
have your fortune read
by mother ocean
the sea
australasia harps
pinging in tune
humming birds
ape strings
eight shapes
luck places
the slide in between the doors
the blind in the gap
grey moors
a hundred shadows
break on through
rioters with jacobite faces
the leafs are real
not grey the colours
shake feisty dunce
cyclone back and forth
with the air
my prison
my sanctuary
my breath
i am tied onto a piece of string
like the key tied on scratchy brown fibres that hand round my neck
ribcages made of pisces
dream fish my skales
like a monster
carving holes
with teeth
into a roar tear sleep
me myself my manor
dowry shouting
belt fight
in the street
dusty hotel earth
stop the palace
of the leaf
heres to you
the cow i spoon fed mushroom soup
heres to you mrs
i laughed when i left your dirty bath
like a prick
a prick
a prick
a prick.