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Brightlight Bad Dream

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Lay Lay

 

 

Rings and stings and things that jingle

Fly me chromium plated to the start

Wet and warm beneath tangerine streets

Head and shoulders above the rest

 

Lay Lay

 

 

Trickling and tickling and things that glow

Burnt out gas blue busted glass ass

Poxy edged puke face fingers forty

Finds fumble bumble bleeding trail

 

Lay Lay

 

 

Razzle and dazzle and things that blind

Coolio dark double bubbles of whereyabin

Stepping out piss poor pockets of rain drops

Lost my way on the one way goin nowhere

 

Lay Lay

 

 

Popping and kopping and things that blow

Rag a bobbin two a penny bit dangle man

Moon beam shopping trolley lolly loo bender

Goldie locks love licker in my fuckin bed

 

Lay Lay

 

 

Dripping and dipping and things that jive

Push pencil lips agin rain stained window

Mop plop bucket brain fish breath baby boo

Here cums that bright light bad dream again

 

For certain for sure

 

Here cums that bright light bad dream again

 

 

Lay Lay

 

Lay Lay

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Rachel Bond

Wed 9th Mar 2011 23:56

i love this poem, the way the words tumble over each other, the gutter imagery, the dreamlike random interconnectedness...
its one ill enjoy for a different reason every time i read it and a really enjoyable read it is x

my fave of yours i think,
Thanks Gus x

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melanie coady

Wed 9th Mar 2011 08:33

i love it hun x

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Gus Jonsson

Sat 5th Mar 2011 18:45

Thank you very much Dave / Win

Enough with the Stilton cheese already .... specially just before I hit the ole scratcher.


However dreams are the catalyst of inspiration for many of my creative ventures.

once again many thanks

Gus

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winston plowes

Sat 5th Mar 2011 17:28

Quite a collection of words Gus. Burnt out gas blue fantastic. win x

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Dave Bradley

Fri 4th Mar 2011 23:19

A remarkable piece of writing, Gus. It seems resonant of Beat poetry. And what IS going on when we dream?

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