Summer Sit in
The ease with witch you switch
back is in line
with the trouble you bring
as long as the stripes
are blue and white
its easy to feel
the sweetest kiss
you ever sunk
a stone, a ribbon, a horse,
houses made from powder wings
the lost sound
atmosphere
where fortunes pass
spoons and knives on cards
patterns turn
secret message on the clax
a whirl of elephants
worlds end
stampeding through the clouds
to join our circus
where men with burnt out hair
grey white
cut frazzling moustaches
shout out loud
roll in roll in
to the fast train parade
its only here
till when its gone
a bubble popped
inside your brain
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