Flavours of sweetness
spices of life,
another place, another time
innocent tastes of love-on-the-vine
tangle on my palate,
mingle in the air,
no longer alone, no longer there
abiding in the cynic’s lair? No, she’s not there
cross seas, forks, knives, stay alive,
thrive with your three eyes,
a pasty present for the future
we done us best when we wus let,
thinking sent me all to pot,
man is a mental elf,
shrooms tastes like tea, pee
be the best of the rest
of the zest when you wus let.
Thinking always if I go I’m going
all goes around, anyroad,
night and day and all me life I have been lived
among tasteless slobs,
tunes and songs but not in a minor key:
like pomes and stories is all we got
but now even doze is becomed loathed to me