A piece of cake with a waxy fatty layer,
our eternal laughter,
my bald head then frizzy haired,
endless possibility,
tea as weak as can be fathomed.
following a man with a narrow gait and greasy hair down the road,
beautiful unintentional times.

Oh goodness me,
It happened so fast,
powdered cappuccino on the bench,
a faint smell of petrol hanging in the air.

My fingers do not know this new body,
passed through a transformation,
as quickly as the noon obscures itself,
our words seem to more deeply take root,
there is something humming and brewing,
beautiful as warm déjà vu,
let it be born of fury and love,
the king of our bridges,
the wriggling feature star of our thoughts,
let him grow in majesty and fervour,
rule over our hearts like a peaceful tyrant.

Drought began to colonise the air, like a daytime ******,
He, sat, in a prayer like position counting his few blessings.
Blood drenched, a speck of dust in a daydream.
At odds with the cycles of nature and life itself.
Or so it seemed.
He dreamed of a life made up of sunlight and half-clear images of picture perfect happiness.
His throat ached and his feet were mangled like tree branches confused.

You ought to do so,
Really
Just to keep in time with the setting sun,
What do you have to lose?
For the sake of a clear mind,
Time is ticking
It is the sign of an expanding conscience
It will make your vision less cloudy
Your days more intense
Get involved in it
Reluctance is a straight-jacket,
You want to be all you can be?

Have you considered,
Despite your best intentions,
Independent of your best efforts,
You will not remember this moment,
Regardless of your drum-sure heartbeat,
The thunderous slaps of rain on your roof,
The rising tide of confusion within your thought processes,
Life showers everything in impermanence.

You should have seen it,
Quite the spectacle,
So it was,
Insides spilling out on national TV,
Schoolkids watched in fluo vests
Their eyes like spot lights.
The stink was abhorrent,
And seemed to chase the people around and came back in their dreams,
But that was the least of their worries,
It was cut into slices and transported to Gent,
Some say pieces of it were sold on the black market,
You don't get many whales in these parts.