yellow planes through the meadow, flying low like killer wasps fighter jets World War kamikazes, bombing me as I run, dog along come toto!  Mysteries avast agape as we tip tinkle along quick fast hop skip.  chairs leg spiders tickle along lightly, sinister legs pattle on the window like rain drops, fat and pregnant sliding down my eyes unwet.

heather pumpkins exploded! wow! sky above raining nails is very uncomfortable, pin stick in minnesota minnesea riding the ocean wave, rolling, rolling ugh.  Pigeon violet sky and in my eyes a reflection of a pizza whole not piece, angled like the moon in a lake pond not a river, not a broken image, a complete one where turkey terry likes cheese and pomegranate spread, firmly, gritty bits on white bread all in one, gulp.  gulped like a dog or more like a whale, a pigeon blue one, pouting up its water from in its spout hole - nose hole, back hole, mouth hole? cartoon whales are bored with the sea, but what would they do on land, that's the question? same colour as eeyore, interesting concept, why is pigeon sad? what colours are happy, elipses on a crossboard, i play darts.

ear wash lights on the rolling white road at night, the deer stalking eyes up the flash past of red car blackness. white water seafront eats your soul if you fish in a lake of sea fish catfish snakes, catfight with fingers and opposable toes all going to good use, when you are graham you can, but it is not what you might wish despite chinese crackers and sticky dough balls round your mouth all dirty rolling on the wooden floor, everything and everyone with the cat

wailing widows in mother teresa faces gurn and grimace in the hot night's sun, never ending heat burning the soles of the feet on the sticky hot tar pavements.  ink bleeds as do feet and birds when shot from the sky with a feather quilled arrow, pen, knife, bird all dead in one go what a nice guy.  twinkling onwards to a bitter end at the icecream van which sells happiness and ecstasy to its followers. lollies and class a drugs smiling, both make a smile

wooden sideboard rubbish pens a note of grievance to his tory MP - 'no thank you ma'am' and bins it in a sunshine waste bin full of thousands of words and tissues. canaries, yellow, leaping and thrushing and songing until their lungs give out and they sail like ships to the concrete floor hot in the summer sun incing like a spider around the room along the floor tiptoeing like a tiger on a pen nib tickle him under the chin down on the lane but he shan't be a monster just for you, nor the rainbow a colour fiend parrot

wham bam nonsensical absurdic ASBO writing in my head in rainbow letters squinting at the ceiling looking at spiders in the clouds.  What are terry and rudolph doing in the factory of squeams and squirts?  Eat up your cabbage before alan throws away the mess and goes to the garage forever with the canvas and oils and fumes of interrogation and whacks them all on a car bonnet wham bam

womb womb nothing but the room, blinking blue in a sigh of blooming and blossoming blood in water, like watercolour, bleeding in 3D across my palms and forehead.  Headache.  Quilted silence over the chilly stars watching ever watchful upon the ether creeping crawling and serenading you the cactus boy with no hope and no joy until each pops and burns and the silence makes you choke and contract and explode and burn inside,blood worms and squirms smiling cactus boy