Larfing spring

(Lennon’s spelling in Araminta Ditch)

In the instant that flashes as lightning, don’t be fooled,

Mockery’s the seasons fever, people gather, to laugh

In social fervour, laughter meant to harm quickly becomes

Satanic, a spell-weaving mockery: a bubble

Sky-rafter, cloud burst asunder; rain ends in my larfter.

Be not afraid to touch me, g, I’m not fooled, larfing about

Nothing – no buddha, jesus, satan, nor revelation to see

Just me – thinking how I’ll express all this green to thee:

In grass, trees, animals, spring, larfing spring, around me, g