Another Glitch On Bold Street (Where Parallel Liverpools Collide)

 

rising through the stairs the liminal apparition glides transcending
shockwave munificence the witnesses all shimmer transforming
first the four-hour motorway time-glitch..triggering the daisy chain
then the stirring orb lights blessing  fields/bathing passing cars
flashing flashing strobing and flashing..

by the petrol station trips a holographic flip book of a roman soldier
the forecourt lights dim-flicker-dim..he comes..he goes..
his steed materialises onto the crimpling carriageway
shocked the screaming truck driver slams hard on the brakes and..
fog only fog..the horse washes through his truck only to vanish
the driver pulls over..i hit nothing..he laughs no-one will believe this..

bold street where parallel liverpools collide
where mischievous time-glitch elves have pipelined their ley lines
are they from another reality perhaps where there is no faul
and where john has no immortalised shadow mortality baked-in
with a little help of chapman the inversion befriended..

by the way have you ever floated through concrete walls
concrete walls that were lit from the inside
have you ever lifted off from yourself
like a whizzing firecracker through the ceiling then into space
try it during the next  lockdown to while away the hours ..

have timeless ancients offered advice to you on moonlit sand dunes
ever encountered previous expressions standing right before this you
as you stumble do you ever sense ( ….) has your back
have you ever turned around and caught frozen the fleeting flash
only to be disabused by dashing eminences of materialist science..