Lime

My brain is an obtuse shade of green

There is a blue snowflake lying in my memory

The lime tasting socks melted past my stereophonic sound inductor

There is a matted rush of live fish in the living room

Take my slender spleen to a safe deposit

Glue my knives into a sacred place

Fly my clean blue rifles into formations of plenty

The ozone pies out of the skies into a policeman's helmet

I went out today with fifteen cream buns stapled to my hat

My friends are standing in catfood dishes

The ozone layer thickens and encrusts itself

Through five rises and ten falls of the share market

I have my own personal skinhead

Non removable, non stick with a no return no win guarantee

My carpet was taken out of quarantine fifteen days ago

And the fleas are jumping higher to my window

Through my door, look! look!

It's travelling HIGHER! FASTER! GREENER!

I feel a blueness

Everything is multiple-contrast shades of cynic

Contrasts, colours, fade in fade out

Fade in fade out fade in fade out

MARCH 1992