Streets of.

Streets of

The red hat of a clown
breaking chains
star bucks
the beast

Refugee

Im in
in somewhere
in love
with spinning
leafs
triangle shadows
craft on the wall
nag lamp
creatures
beasts creatures
pure bee nights
the lights
so sweet
so sweet
honey dips
floor boards
wooden
mr nice
protruding nails
super soaker
red blood
setting
so nice
like a canadian oak leaf
yellow leaf
upside down
turning
bike wheels
prayer wheels
i pray
leafs tied on the end of bits of white string
spin spin spin
widder shins
white wall
two shadows
more pulse
white shores
the cat


Tickle tickle
leaf shadow
soft shadow on the casual
step inside the tent
come inside
the tent of turning
leafs
have your fortune read
by the sea
australia harps
into humming birds
eight strings
eight shapes
key cut places
the slide in between the doors
the light in the gap
grey more
a hundred shadows
rioters with masked faces
the leafs are real
hot grey the colours
turn fast dance
cyclone
back and forth


to the air
this is my prison
my sanctuary
my breath
my tree
i am a paper plane
tied onto a piece of string
like the key i must not lose
around my neck
i stay
light eternaly
spinning
in the palace
of the leafs