ciao Bello Buon Weekend

Twin rosaries of shrinking delayed days have been slicing around another disk of almond moons on dark crusty skydives
while All of us drifted on dreaming of a glass bowl perfect spot summer soaked among some superbillion of fried pollen flakes

Carrying away fruity rivers of sticky tears in shiny dotty resin, boat-in-a-bottle blue eyes are open and big as clear morning skies.

Then empty out Our Samurai cup, see old dry philosophy leak down like old melting

liquid light, let us simply hang – just joy chiming within - bewitched in laughing bells of snowdrop belly breaths.

I heard a Sake-phone play my tune on a hill of stoned smiling girls
and thought the mighty chorus of sushi bees was a thundering love cannon exploding at me.
In the meanwhile I was riding through Tittle Tingle Town blowing scented hearts on my rainbow marzhia-Mallow pie

scratching the sugar off wall graffiti’s, entering through divers’ goggles in snorkelling dimensions

another prayer was never left unsung, so coming to understand it was Maya freezing our gaze

shaking us awake, calling our new fizzy reality drifting clear to our faces from beyond a fuzzy haze

silently shaking off bruises and melting odd fears, We Are Left to Be

before the feel rises enlivened, afresh

outside

empty fullness

thanking this holy quicksilver Ax of loving real, solid flesh.

Jumping and leaning on your living room ceilings, one monocycle drummed swirling like a yellow Venus-ray

musically leaving Sun room for True togetherness.

Into those tender Ears of yours

I'd love to sing and crack open my lace of silence weaved with silky sounds

And softly stroke your Soul’s Skin

I offer cake icings and flights of rose petals,

sitting fiercely on a giant’s strong shoulders
fighting phantoms away

forests of freedom leaves

unfolding the pyramidal apathy of action

while gently leaning to tickle your soft pony tail

spinning a cobweb crown of kisses

dabbing hopes and gifts around our global head,

fly over planetary peachy cheeks

roaring life trilling upwards then until and beyond

universal

Surrender, wrapped in a plateau of Shiva flutes

Mounting flashlights on unrelenting electicity, rejoycing cells

Deeper than dolphin gazes and loftier than lazy nirvana peaks.

Take my hand

Stay in Me and squeeze my heart,

Have my hand hold your heart and my heart will Heat your hand.
Hearing the Healing

Come flow within forgiveness

Joining us to evenly blame the jolly frailty of three trickster joints.

* with respect, peace and love to my kin of chin & keen friends *