the pinkpot key cries
as the old wood shakes
on roofs and sound
three cats hide their true feelings
left some food on stove and heart at your door
frankton has mountains and lights at two and sarah’s
lipstuck swan swing the pond a lake in your german eyes
the car picked me up on time and life is hard on a soft bed
your moonlit body burns my soul
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everyday women got shorter hotter
thought d at ten but asit’s brother bought wrangler for Rs. 20
we bought thums up500 for Re 1.65
at chiu kau
and I asked for tintin comics
and the posh pai nagar grain shop had rin tin tin
we were a poor community
that threw water balloons at vernacular girls
crazy though to throw a frozen balloon no one was hurt
and the ma poster
and diamond talkies played the action movies
as sanjay merchant traded casper and snoopy
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with a lady that came from green moon
her father grew the healthy stuff in his hippie fields
melanie smiled emma cried and needed emotional pills
the white words watch Irani football
as padre hit the ball and I ate the pink salmon
someone knows adhyatma
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cold cold cold is the moon
fine for an opening line
but eyes are clear over Melbourne skies
and an old aborigine fire burning
in an adhyatmic hut
a jogan that sings krsna songs
a continent vibrates
i tried to rope in and kite the knight moon
through the sky window above my bath
i thought of your moonlight beauty
and the fish that pond in jungle green
i thought of your nude light
and a crazy dream that last eek had been
and your breasts that heaved and paved
a love on a concrete slab cobbled stone pavement
the little hut that sees no light
but i see universe in your eyes julia
knows cash rulz everything
and moon kills love
the one with old eyes
throwing black bags and green bags
listening to Michael learns to rock
philosophy sleeps in a dream
sleep walking sleep talking
whistling at specks on a starry night
love is such a brittle thing that leaves the little bridge lame
her blond hair is a real thing that leaves her smile queuing
for her lips over a green river staring at an impossible moon
her voice a forever dream her waves a distant spring her love
impossible her heart can feel the fire of the false blond julia
a forever night separates spring from rain a dark angel a fox
gone grey early winter strikes your heart hurt hurdle I know
roses are murder and pineapple cats as feline your leo black pants
