"Dream Dealer"

woke up toke wake up Brixton heat jewel
rain reel surf of London – cheap
plane dig pavement bloodshot soul – piss
desert; but then again I patted
masters of storm – the beasts of
sun death hymn & a billion dreams were
canceled w/ the flight – a
jungle; but then again I couldn’t find
a soft bench – run crowd drown I don’t care
cut scream dawn I offer -oh oh oh we’re on it!
song void hips a’berry – doomwise repeating
yawn hymn: wake up woke up Brixton
dream dealer was here

"Bird’N’Opiate"

how British of
small nonsense
her sweets his///bird’n’opiate what’s up – I’ve heard the
sleeper drained the -peach, or what it was she
carried instead of purse speech of /rob the fashion
robbers stoop & red graffitis – yep, there
might be bop brick note to free jazz clouds repeating eating ting
things – bead/rain
clouds on brick spikes///bread
what was the image who was linguistics
was – have you decided for dogs swift the solid drift pass Baker
Street – babe, I’m not a tourist – my paths were there marked
1968 before through
cut screens I
cry
confuse it!