You missed a party, a party sensational.
Well-greased, it was.
A pizza sensational.
Spread or sprinkle, steam or winkle,
Seafood or prosciutto.
Ultra fast and high frequency:
This base of bliss has outage.
A recipe that burns the breast.
Uber ingredients of parma and tart,
A taste to inspire mouth and throat;
A taste that inspires a Brazilian model
Or simply fur coat.
You and I,
To feel the taste
Must enter the oven together
And lie there flat wanting
The sweat of ambrosia.
Sylvan stress,
A pizza full of adventure.
You missed the party: a dance demonic.
Mushrooms they gave us
And after,
A handstand on a hedgehog
With black swan roasted.
Anti-matter mixed with olives
A psychotic search for optimism
Hunting porcini in the dirt of a September evening.
A time of both tortoise and hare.
Do you remember
The trout quintet with Maestro Schultz
All mixed in ?
A crowd false, naked and bare –
How could we now waltz ? Vien ?
My tear ducts fill with all the onions
Of every ambition,
Of every child and every bank
Who ate on the lap of London.
Such a party you missed,
Such a pizza as this.
"Try five trillion," he said.
To think of this smile.
The screen ahead fusing itself
With his vision.
An angel came to him,
Sitting on the window sill.
It’s eyes were red
And it had wings of lead –
Had given up being his guardian.
Had been seen drinking methyl earlier
Outside the tower with the devil.
It was the thrill of meeting a rebel
Who knows all the tunes
To play in the financial bible
In high pitched frequency.
Now the elbows faster and sharper
Have dulled Hyperion’s laughter.
And he, who was once an archer,
Who played with the Most Golden,
Had a visit from the Spanish master,
El Bow, the reaper.
In what seemed a time interminable
This is how the world ‘beginned’.
Had the start and no sin.
If you stumble around darkness,
It can be quite harmless.
In tints of Eden, sketches,
We was completely liquid.
Shadows but happier
Completely innocent. We was.
We hadn’t learnt to spell or think.
To be precise we ‘knowed’ nothing.
Hadn’t put pen to ink
Or even tried to think.
Space, collision
Two people in conversation.
A big bang,
Quite a picnic.
And what of the budded stem? Gravity?
All things to all men.
Until the sun cames up
And everything was bright.
And all the loving I could ever have
In one night
Came from the dollar’s
light.
Satisfied and belched.
First I sleep and then I rejoice.
The light, as I say, is liquid.
For my money I go a-Maying
Purifying between my legs myself.
I have, as well, breasts
And stand at the entrance to every new city
Giving birth.
The world’s richest and strongest speaks:
He has respect and is able.
And asks –
Are you able to assist ?
To assist the Magnificent.
He is invincible on ground unlimited.
Deals for him are sex.
Negotiations, lust.
And he sits in tower with cup
Between industry and dust
Organiser of the money shot.
Looking into each face as music,
Call me, he says –
Pilot,
Accumulator,
Samson.
And directs over us the skies
Even our exits.