Not asleep , nor awake.I invoke the sky trigger , wriggle on a high riggerGlitter , graf , grime , giggle , little café crime signal:I wake up to hear the sound of the sky,Clouds purring round my head , a blue light.Awaken to see the sight of the dayTwisting its curls in a world held at bay. How many trolls in the misty mines muttering?See the drip !drip! of the candlewax guttering.Rats and mice, live , in the spice rack rattling,Sister clicks click in a rapid , racking smattering. Catch a quick flick of a falcon flight Faltering and final, fervourous and slight.Scratching at the cliff in a new born bite Sultry sweet ,street sister,Soft and hard creep twister-Little lost soul speaker,Rock n roll dole dodger! Sometimes he likes to be alone-Sucking the lungs of a leaf on a throne:Sometimes she likes to be alone,Pressing on a paper, on a pen, on a poem. Sniff the sheet, shout ,snigger!Stickleback trout tremor?Bric a brac -break blender?Bring and buy tape lender. Sit and spy, sky scraper,Little eye mind maker,Melting my mouth vapour,Kiss a crowd more later. Sometimes he likes to be alone -Watching the sky in a land of his own,Sometimes she likes to be alone,Tasting the tide in a rhyme she calls home.
I invoke the sky trigger , wriggle on a high riggerGlitter , graf , grime , giggle , little café crime signal:I wake up to hear the sound of the sky,Clouds purring round my head , a blue light.Awaken to see the sight of the dayTwisting its curls in a world held at bay. How many trolls in the misty mines muttering?See the drip !drip! of the candlewax guttering.Rats and mice, live , in the spice rack rattling,Sister clicks click in a rapid , racking smattering. Catch a quick flick of a falcon flight Faltering and final, fervourous and slight.Scratching at the cliff in a new born bite Sultry sweet ,street sister,Soft and hard creep twister-Little lost soul speaker,Rock n roll dole dodger! Sometimes he likes to be alone-Sucking the lungs of a leaf on a throne:Sometimes she likes to be alone,Pressing on a paper, on a pen, on a poem. Sniff the sheet, shout ,snigger!Stickleback trout tremor?Bric a brac -break blender?Bring and buy tape lender. Sit and spy, sky scraper,Little eye mind maker,Melting my mouth vapour,Kiss a crowd more later. Sometimes he likes to be alone -Watching the sky in a land of his own,Sometimes she likes to be alone,Tasting the tide in a rhyme she calls home.