And every summer we bloom.



From the single parent tower block,
the first freckles were catching the balcony sun soon
and in the asylum that brain damaged hippies,
they were unpacking their last patched loon.

The state needle was idle and so was the devils electro shock.


The free festivals were calling,
so was the damp road,
dodging the blue meanies, with your light herb load.


Lovers car not stalling,
be careful what you write,
round and round the goblet bowl of stars tonight.


The toad is crossing the motorway
and the yeast bread is warm under the sun today
and every summer we bloom.

~