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Led by a donkey part one .  Famza McClavacle  hadn't encountered this situation before and rebooted himself with a hope of finding an appropriate response . An ecstatic tingle zapped around his mind and within  a black to white instant he looked again with fresh sight . ( those tingles were so good famza had to remind himself that switching on and off all day was overly confusing !)  The holy donkey that wandered thru the" physical activity for betterment of life" zone,  seemed to Famza to be crying ,, while nudging him with his snout to guide in a certain direction . Well , for fear of upsetting the synchronicity police he moved in the way sad HolyDonkey suggested .. They walked slowly along the outdoor corridor , passers by mainly Jerremykylers, a slang term for homo-opioids , on route to the drug top up market.  Each and every one bowed and uttered the traditional prayer of " hee haw let it be tell me donkey who are we " Amongst the SIM card tech class observ

Enough I don’t  know where  it  fits When it   fills, how it satiates That  sense of saturation Beyond good feeling I feel like more Want ing  to hold on to it But not being held by it Can’t  get out the process Processing getting out of it Clutching at chemicals Wanting that reaction Getting harder to create Catching no contentment Too conscious of trying Bypassing Passed beyond and missed it Missing it during it Not getting it Others and memories Yesterday in spite of it Is sending an invite to it Ive  been it and  ive  seen it But now I just  dont  get it I knew it and  blew it I just  cant  get enough  

Now   Time Passes And lo it came to pass that it passed And is gone Remembered as a paradigm That we shifted  and  shift still Th e weatherman says  things are different now Choose a forecast and stick to it Take the batteries out of your clock Say  hello to your dog Occupy  the space between the tic and the  toc Meditate with eyes wide open Like your life depends upon it And don’t forget to write    

r etracing  my  s teps  while  counting small coins  with panic firing my  heart -----------------------------   An 83 year old widow  wearing a cardigan  and unable to sleep for fear  of an internal cardio def r ibulation Looks  out between the gap in her   curtains 3 am off the Holloway Rd She sees me stagger And shout Fuck the polis As I play an invisible guitar On the traffic island And try to kick the passing cars ( when  I was 7  my elderly neighbour  gave me biscuits and enjoyed me  with such a smile I knew love existed  beyond our four walls ) Louise in spasm s  of tears Her wet visible emotions She doesn’t understand me Her friend pu shes me out because he has stability The door glass feels my energy and gives up being a window Ill  get ye  ill  get ye  ill  get ye My blood  my forehead ( the  same bloody forehead that was pushed out into the world with the power of m y mother’s self-sacrificing heart ) Hard wooden floor A s hoe pillow  to comfort the edges of my space The las

A first Hug   We didn’t hide    we showed up! Soft front strong back Accepting, neither did we yield A scent carrying a million aeons of communication But we knew nothing; I thought hey nice to meet you And then was reminded We met before, in the belly of a star I feel foolish! Just a shape, a vibration The recognition blows me away And I can say nothing It’s not my gig Nor yours God’s orgasm leaves me feeling used Can I tell you these thoughts as a person in the now and in this suchness of life? If I do will you run? And this will happen for ever; That nothing happens?