Centres: Shelley

Yes! I’m not imagining this, with a nod of your head, it’s sex priceless, love precious, jewel found I’m going to bed

No, not in my brain, it’s flesh horny, that greets thee, in ecstasy, far away, cause your near me, to breathe im not crazy,

I know, I’m not insane, you told me so, beautiful, with that look in your eye, strange, but more real than the rest, accompanied,

As you are by their malice, love more true, you say silently, than the towers they construct, in clouds, pretend

Ghosts: Lie, Manipulation, Envy, supporting themselves with their laughter, I don’t believe them, tho, theyre crazy,

Lady, cars that hover round me, also, as you tell me, tho you don’t say a thing, silence is love tattooed on your soul, yoyo

I walk around, it’s quite strange, there’s not much, there’s more going on in my mobile: colour, friends, sound, I walk around

Around my circumference, somehow, silently, gaining ground, you and their laughter, hit me together, of them-

Of Lie, Manipulation, Envy, which are in this land, could they be of this land, are they not listless ghosts, nowhere found

A piece of some uprooted ghostland? Where’d the inhabitants, stralia, go? Go into their hands, lost and found?

There’s a tattoo, circling Mt Fuji, deep as skies, cries my heart, blankets unreality, a soft cloud: your rare smile, grins round