If you stay out of the way the English
Leave you alone
But they’re busy bodies
And if you’re dangerous, they’ll send marksmen
With bows of burning gold.
It’s a privilege to see
The evolution of computers and to be
Part of them, a privilege to be
Homeless in town
Huddled around dogs.
It is a privilege to run wild
Light a joint, listen to their voices.
Litre bottle of pure cannabis smoke
DMT, extract of spirit juice
KY Jelly for the mind.
In the shopping centre, I’m screaming
And some idiot filming on their phone
But can’t read the body language
Learn by watching the last wolf.
“Avoiding humans is wise.”
The voices in your head are vying for attention
Music trips you out
You become a shaman creature
Telling people the truth
Twisting the noggin
Breaking shop windows round town
You bring glittering
The jewels of the city.
With bows of burning gold.
BJ & Philip; violins & composition Carolyn Francis
