try running uphill
carrying a brick layer
sometimes its music
that comes from nowhere
especially percussion sounds
like during my worst episodes
there would be a euphoria
where all the sounds in the kitchen
like pots and pans
would be all jangling
with different notes making a tune
which I called Tootle Tunes
other times entire melodies
I have been able
to write down for the piano
and mystical beasts I could draw
like it had come from somewhere else
I liked skateboard parks
for the sounds out there
that would turn into reggae
now recently i just get
a little bit of percussion
coming from objects in my home
the joy of sleeping on someones dirty floor
my friends found it funny
i was asleep next to a loud speaker
i had to get out of his flat
i went and fell asleep
outside the National Gallery
enjoying the hot sun
and the thundering of the traffic
the soul of London
following on from cyber sex
you can reach a plane of astro sex
one day their memory
will be extinguished forever
when flaming torches
would ignite our hearts
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