Nirvana for free.

Nirvana for free

Picking a flake of skin
of the back of my neck
i put it in my palm
and see that it is a crispy
island in shades
of silver white grey yellow
and green
dragoon marine
in a public space
does this flake of skin
represent me
being easy,
the guy in front of i
his necks clean
but his black jumper
has an upside down
smile of hair
a spattering of white
skanking it easy
milky weighed
dandruff stars
all across his back and shoulder
behind eye
a man snores
into his red hat
drools dribble
whilst dreaming
cup glories
i contemplate
pinching
my blue white cheek
what am i to do
with this
skin flake
leave you snoring on the table
like a book
waiting to be read
or returned to the shelf
inside my head
a brick through the window
on the pavement
a gift of skin from me to you
should i find a bin
garbage world
or put you in my pocket
a pocket full of flakes
until i find where
to stash the picks
or perhaps i drop you on the floor
red hat
dumps
this makes me recall
japan
so clean
on the train
skanky smog man
i cant litter the floor
japan would furiously
awake
god zilla
dancing jack
sparrowing
a coin
in a silver
reflected
table leg
stigs metal mirror
snake arm trance
the snake
the snake
the snake
drums bass trance
breaks the
flake in two
sliced apples
piece by piece
fish fish fish
pices
give out
or
take in
daily bread
just to delay the inevitable
death
the colour red turning into blue and white
grey days
sourcery
there was only one thing for it
my mind
shimmyed
changing shapes fat to thin
across the fayre ground halls
of mirrors
aries to pices to capricon to aquarius
knocking off the red hat
seeing as i picked
the skin flakes
easy skanky
i just went ahead
and tasted
every floating apple
peach after peach after peach
heavens pink blossom
shaking petals off
nirvana to leave you
all the cherry trees naked
never mind for free