Kit Kelen #1436 - I need a pod to get away

1436

I need a pod to get away

for Les Wicks

a tardis world

outside in

how delicate

the times we live

swap you

for some smoke, some fire

need to not be here grows

I, too, am exponential, have been

keep pod packed with city fears

I’ll take the snake

the mother ship

to stairs unseen

rises like a breath

how death comes floating

tells these tricks

someone won’t get out

grow wings

and you won’t know

you’re dreaming

think every heaven’s tree

a burial of spite, of light

the words have come for me again

they are so suited, stum and stare

imagine the bubble

vimana say

cloud chariot

or rug above

pure logic lifts out of this

into a tropeless yonder

weird noises

very sixties

colour!

in order to guess

first we must wonder

side to side

and gently shake

fishes like in the Bible

sheep to the ballot box

all of them marvel I should dare

send me a plague of rain, won’t you?

one drop of the wet stuff will do

clean breast of it we’ll make