THE SCORE FOR THE SHEET THAT GREW PICTURES

THE SCORE FOR THE SHEET THAT GREW PICTURES 

So if you believe it, it is there,
music in a room with no door. 

There is no “secret chord H”
even on a real live map of The Beach. 

Chain is made from same as key
and money's stuff for alchemy. 

Portability is the apotheosis of form 
and it's impossible to write an anti-poem.

In the new field of Instant Travel 
things are just left to unravel. 

Sadness gene and dreaming gland 
have gone under Gondwanaland.

All things must be returned to earth,
surrendered like a rented thing to death.

Mutation in consciousness itself 
won't know the brain is on a shelf. 

Truth too simple to understand 
may underwrite the name of a land. 

Lucy in the soul with demons
happens to be an actual substance.

Travelling south, as I read Rimbaud,
a rainbow smashed a railway train window. 

A baby can't trip without memories to use - 
 look, every atom ate our eyes.

Eyes are ingrown in the ocean's 
bellyful of wine and mixed emotions. 

Down in the seabed-orchard, down,
there are mermaids prone in the undertown.

There is angelic music inborn 
in the inner ear at The Gates Of Dawn.

Those whom the Gods wish to drive mad
are sent music in their heads.

Madness is not something to be
Romanticised as a return to Purity.

Freedom not poetry is the bike 
riding itself around as if on tick. 

Monopoly money really should 
get us all wine and get us all bread.

I put my wounds up on bright flags,
dressed my eyes in big, black bags.

I take the angel from behind, 
knowing love to be rather blind. 

Recording a demo on earphones
I promised to plug my senses in the mains.

The new bird in the wood, of course,
I reckon it was definitely a horse. 

Smoke spoke and I went into a dream,
as if I were sinking into the loam.

Take out your eyes and see in all 
directions at once, the people call. 

The bird at the tree top pipes a bar 
of light as I sink another jar. 

I dine out on a good map of sound 
just because the world is round.

◄ RANDOM ACCESS CO-IMAGINATION

I KNEW THAT SHE LOVED ME ►

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