A SMALL ADVERT FOR FREE SEX

A SMALL ADVERT FOR FREE SEX 

My name is David Bonky, 
I'm a knock-kneed hummingbird,
there's a tear up my jacket
 and I heard a magic word:

Trans/ philo/ quis/ ation. 
I fly through colours and shapes.
Lightspeed is my passport. 
The primates are my mates.

A knock-kneed hummingbird table 
on which to land and read
does not seem to me to be 
such an unreasonable need.

I'll breakfast on snooker colours, 
spark a dullard cigarette,
sail the wind of change 
and have no room for regret.

I'll write my best poetry 
on the Children's Hospital wall.
I'm why “OK” is the world's 
most popular word after all.

No island I am normal, 
a Taxonomy unto my self.
Though all that's dull as plot 
to the mind's ear on the shelf. 

I like my music, me, 
it transports me to higher places
and meaning in it's creatures
 in clouds or fire's faces. 

Once I cooked a tape whose 
pause where glued together 
was somehow healed as if 
by English talk of the weather. 

Any time you want me 
feel free to just drop me a line
and I'll crawl out of the dream,
the dream-meet experiment's wine. 

 

◄ THE TRITE MACHINE

BLAKEIAN STONE ►

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