spiritual neo green moon

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

last jay jay night

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

the janitor boy

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