Saturday, August 8, 2009

Blue Haze


Smoke rings, loop-the-loop,
halo in the distance;
Shimmering arclights, canto IV
a little piece of frozen meat
hey that's mud, no silver fox;
Where's the compass, My watch find it someone...
i'm going round and round, marigold scent, little boy blue--
give me a cup of sugar, miss muffet, the spider's lost his due!
If it's not harry's mother, it jonathan's father,
how does it matter? they are all the same;
Empty bottles, not really, there's a drop deep down there....somewhere-
find it for me?
I'm a little..dizzy
pour it on my tongue..
My headlight's missing,
It's far too foggy..
my head hurts..
give me a tonic-
no, a syrup
or a gin-and-lime
a little whisky?
forget it-i'd do with sprite.
I must be too young?
or am i too old?
Do you have a clue who you really really are?
think again, buster,
Mommy's not home-
Fetch out that packet,
bring out the album,
Its a home run for you-
Your hair's burnt!!
The oven's on,
too hot, too hot,
i'm shivering...
give me an AC?
I can't stop trembling..
too hazy...
what.....am.....I
.........?