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More than worthy
.

Monday 10 January 2011

Chucking me music.

Chucking me music

singing about the mood
the rainbow
star lights in
trees
the neighbours
the suss
on the road
pulling up
in front of a zebra
your palace is beautifull
the bar
the next door
next door
the bistro

gallipoli
stars and moons
on every
chair
the hot air
baloon
festival
carnival in the sky
fly fly to the egg
lights
the russian dreams
blessed with ribbon

the castles colours
softly creaming
discos on the tables
we taste the light
here the colours
sing
sweetly
here the colours
sing
sweetly
this bistro
is your lullaby

cant be alone in gallopoli
surrounded by
the
treasure
from
alladins cave
the lights are
deftly formed
with the
twist
of fingers
on one hand
the prom
of
ali
has
a bell
the babys
sacred carriage
flying above
the chairs
emblazed
with
stars and moons
i ask myself
where is the lamp

is this the lamp
my drum kit
on its its
plate
a basket
a trumpet
of bread
beating
next to some rice
drinking
the genie
wishing for
your wishes
the church bells ring
rice
rice
rice

tea-tre
lights
shining in
the hand holes
on this
wall
climbing sticky brick work
past the watercolours
to a sheperds
delight
sat up in the white
cloud
sea crests
above the
black and white
past
people
eating
and
drinking outside
whilst the water
waits the waiter
waits
without
palm on
chin
contemplating
whats real
myself
there
ghosts
of table
legs
or perhaps
just
you trees
hello tree

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