I was out with Aldous
last weekend,
and the book shelf
in my lobby very colourful
just shrunk! and shrunk!
and freaked me out,
So I made straight for
the living room,
but it seemed grey and dead?
But after a couple of Becks,
I became less hyper,
God, imagine waking up
and going outside and there's
absolutely nobody to be found?
I don't know - even the rooftops
started grimacing,
and thoughts like a sea
that rocks and doesn't ever stop,
Aldous where are my thoughts
going to go,
will they ever grow,
and what will happen
if I ever stop thinking,
Will I lose my soul,
my self control,
Aldous,
I want a
visionary,
Something completely
new to look at....
Aldous,
I can see
the pain
in the flame,
At the very
centre,
consciousness
flickering
for something
to amuse,
this frail human
light!
C'mon ignite! ,
I must have
thought something
through, to get
to you....
Inside the chrome
emphatic brain....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem