i am not (pure like dreams)

I am not
The evanescent pall
Emanating from your jostick
And your indelible consternation
Matters but a jot
It mattered then a little
Now it matters not
I'm half alive and half in heaven
Half on stage and half in bed
The contumelious antipathy of my snakeskin
Is just an eight tog duvet
Aching to be shed.

I am not a lily
Whisping up a toke
Learing like our nostrils
Wet with poppy smoke
I am not a petal
I am not your liver
Ulysses you kick the breeze
You anti freeze the earth
As hard as iron
Water like a stone
Because you're made of music
There floats upon your dreaming breath
A gentle feather pen
God I love your hypnotic spirit
I am not like other men.



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Voykovskaya to Savelovskaya - tram and metro and foot 

23/06/2016 11am - 12noon