full leisurely we glide:
for both our oars, with little skill,
by little arms are plied,
while little hands make vain pretence
our wanderings to glide.
there are clouds of veiled allegory lurking everywhere. its the fkin bane of consciousness. i wish i was ten years old again.least i could read Alice in Wonderland and not continually obsess about what Alice drinks from the li'l bottle irresistibly marked 'drink me'. the junkie mr.hyde wants some codeine in his bloodstream.dr.jekyll feels his private daemon haunt the halls of his eerie Edwardian mansion again.electronica resounds amidst the casually strewn wood panels, dead bats, mahogany and molten fragrant meat. the horses gallop full tilt across the twilight desert as the riders calmly sip on their saki and rice cakes within their geisha tents of gelatine and fluid vanilla muck.neo maps minds. the latitude and longitude are all that finally matter. did you hit that down the line smash with me on your mind?
ergo
troilus and cressida
dr.jekyll and mr.hyde
lanark
she comes up unseen as i wait absent minded on the street. i get on the auto.that's that, then.we never see each other again. or maybe we do.the paths of memory and kismet are mist shrouded and opaque as ever.the crystal ball is red as a translucent rose.
ah
yohoho and a bottle of rum
tell me then
fair indigo
what is the true secret of the unicorn?
the moon rises on the east. the toast turns on the stake. zeal, honour, stealth, sulphur and sundust conspire to make me see their point of view. my intelligence melts in my veins, my eyelids glow a pale blue.and dinner is served.
