imagination running away with me, someplace pretty.
The sun god sleeps in the trees,
A million birds sing in disharmony,
Nike Town customers flinch at the shock waves,
Coins jangling in their pockets.
A whole section of a book detaches from its binding,
A girl in Spain hiccups,
Eyes & cheeks smarting from the sunshine,
Rain falls on a crisp packet,
Pitter pattering,
Vinegar sharp,
An upward draft of bodyheat rising to the stars,
Vultures & seagulls floating in circles,
Swimming in tears,
Amoeba like,
Fractal,
Chased around the periphery of her eye,
His hand trembles,
Ink seeping,
Wetting each letter,
Bristling,
Sweet to the taste,
Time for tea.
Flying round the bends of a rollercoaster,
A figure of 8 painted by tongue tip,
Easy
Hard
Beautiful
Impossible
Holding onto a single minute,
Reading the first & last chapters,
Then guessing the story in between.
The phone buzzes,
A man falls through the ice,
A punch lands against a jaw,
Throbbing with pain,
A lioness with the lions share,
Vacant faces stop & stare,
Popcorn & Pepsi,
Holding hands,
Joking over the book titles,
A star glimmering in a distant galaxy,
On fire,
On the surface,
Everything is cool.
Words by Julian Roberts, 18th April 2006.
Music by Aram Khachaturian's 'Adagio from Spartacus', performed by Matthew Cameron.
