Under The Blue

 


O i have found me a new friend
It's the night sky, it's so blue!
with a figure that just sent me 
a cloud !
aren't we all just the same shifting faces passing by
here and now we are gone
I strive out the image of these angel
ur turns into Odin, Nefertiti,
and it's beautiful too
sleep under such quilted blue

I wonder why people build houses 
talk more of mansions 
I smile at the unfathomable of God.
wishing I was eating dates drinking wine
sleeping out in the open, under he glare
an astronaut of the endless deep deep blue 
pregnant angel touching herself
a rat pope
a pregnant astronaut they all look pregnant
to me

I in all those places, Tangier, Maldives, Rabat,
Timbuktu
it's the same night, the same dreamy blue
I see a disgruntled Simba
God cast his spell across the firmament
I am sleeping with my music and no phone in sight
just kicking at you this here infant of
 the blue womb
that perdurable  blue
and at lighting of the blue crema-
tion
under her glare
with my own imagina -
tion
listening to Roy Harper
tingle however slightly, 

simply touching myself too.


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