POETIC LICENSES

  HERE'S HOW I WALK ON THE MOON.........'Giant Steps' is 'What you take' 11:13 pm.....On Staring at the Moon from the 'attic' window: ["There is no dark side of the moon, really"] Matter of fact....it's All dark. "The only thing that makes it look 'light' is the sun..." [Brain Damage, Eclipse: Pink Floyd] ....... Walk on the beach, with a blunt in your fingers, then, as the moon turns red, jump some synapses & ponder the origins of mystic fantasies; for, as the sky goes black, under this self-hypnotic spell, our ancient brains signal the newer cortexes... that the stars are pinholes in a velvet, dark Cosmos..... then pass, don't bogart, that joint..... It takes a long, long time to disregard preconceptions.. passed, for countless generations, within the coils of DNA.... Whoever claimed that 'the sleeper must awaken'? The bloodshot eyes, turning blue from the 'spice', melange?

THE 'NEEDING SUBTITILES' COLLOQUIAL LANGUAGE OF SHAMELESS URBAN AMERICA RIVALS THE MANCHESTER COCKNEYS'  THAT WERE A BIT 'GREEK TO ME' 6 DECADES AGO.... "Where's the dickspoon, not the knisport, you bung-scraper! If'di wnated a uterine souffle, I'd still be muffing yer old lady, Liam! If I'd wanted a Matthew, I'd have called 'em...Wher's Bomer when 'ya need your leg shook!"