i had to step off the beaten path
for pavements less travelled
energy can in my hand
revitalised i felt like a man
a man..clutching an energy can in his hand..
stopped dead in my tracks i was
tenderly floored
self-intoxicated aromas punch-drunk themselves a blizzard
not a little bewildering
brimming olfactory slam-dunk explosions
from wither they emanated i did not know
but i had to know
my freewill had no choice
now there's a subject for a rush lyric......
welly-drenching bouquets flower-burst
bamboozy sky honeycombs descended
my resolve snaggle-toothed-dapper
my mind so shot
emanations overwhelmed
canopied trees and dewy grass
ad-mixed with nightclub palm trees
in the city such a gonzo rainforest fell
and yes before you ask
mermaids dropping sillage petal bombs
from their crystal motherships no match for this
this fragrantic mystery
the steel and glass mazes peeled
a peeling off spring-vivified atlantean city..
the scents reminded me of an indian bizarre
coriander mint pepper and garlands and bay leaves
minus the cow dung
and over-generous lashings of silken diesel spillage
curlicues weaved me hypnotised
around the laptop mavens stalagmites
lemonese aniseed cucumbery mustard
that inimitable lemonese aniseed cucumbery mustard..
i circled pavements transfusing vertigo
squirting their arteries upper-cut piss infusions
about to give up hope
and there and then i stumbled upon
some men and some women
it was them beings all binary
standing outside a fire exit
an unclasped necklace cocoon
of marble glimmering-swirl eyes
lethargic yet proud
defeated yet paradoxically unbowed
my thoughts were swimming such blistering nonsensicals..
meekly i stepped closer to the gaggle
a benign throng of thousand mile star gazers
bevelled neatly betwixt wheelie bins
they each held steaming contraptions electronic
bottle green moss smoke weaved around haloing hair
as blue as ghosts
they breathed in flickering neon light tubes
they blew iridescent pastel clouds
out..out..out..
steam-scents bellowed parisian eau de dragons
snorkel smoke-signal buddhas
prophets from an incense powered spaceship..
yes and yes again
this is what i needed to witness
elevation
lift me up..lift me up..
wage slave dreamer talking to buttercups
and more importantly they back to me..
after some minutes the beings wandered back inside
and unnoticed by the bowed electronic cowl androids
the office building lifted off into space
and i felt so blessed as I wandered away...
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