keep out where I get the opposite feeling
sunshine which falls straight down on me
heart closed as a french town at lunchtime
I say in my dreams I can drive but I can’t
small wonder the size of a can of zero gravity
space drink or sleep all day in the wardrobe
in my Eddy Barclay shirt either will do right?
everything literally turns to gold in this the
summer of sport bright gold dust like pollen
glitter eyeshadow eidetic golden light show
a whole gang of winners and among them a king
whose bad case of wanker’s cramp makes
waving hard I hope the motorcade roars by fast
If we were to roar by fast and blur the billboards
in slow shutter streaking magazine indicator
light strobing the ulna

put yr other hand in mine
as skins and mods chase us into the underpass
look at me once we get round this corner jump
and hover as dust above the dog park

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