Future Memories (Oh! Candice)

I'm the transcendent descendant
of the hoary old regiment
of time meddling maniacs
with their morning maniac muzak
Now I'm casting about
screaming shouting reaching out
for Stevie Wonderous enlightenment
A striking Time Lord
part-time Viking horde
shining my bastard sword
I'm the dishonorary chairman
of the terminally bored

(looks at control console and raises an eyebrow)

Mmmmmm...
The fabric of time and space is wearing thin
Let's make a little hole and sneak on in...

Silent as snowflakes

most bodacious Candice

sailing in the Argo

in your Golden Fleece

Eye eye
Here comes Ol' Cyclops
He's looking at me
and licking his lips
He's got a BIG EAT bread bun in one hand
and a bottle of Daddies sauce in the other
The ravenous one-eyed bugger

Pretty as a picture

sweetest Candice

playing mah-jong

with your Canada geese

 

"Now look I know it's the 1980s outside

but if you use any more hairspray

it will set off the TARDIS smoke alarm

It's a very sensitive instrument you know"

 

The night pours down like treacle

filling in the spaces

in the crosswords of our minds

but our thoughts can still be read

without a cloud to hide behind

 

Down the aeons

throughout the ages

you are with me

now and always

A fixed star in my firmament

Your contract here is permanent

 

Millions of years hence

with neither man nor beast around

to caress the ear with sound

Under a desolate sky

next to a dying sea

and you just know that the air will be

thin and poisonous

and painful to breathe...

...Candice nips out for a fag.

 

B.R. 24/09/2015



The Misshapen Polyp Floated on the Shores, a Sort of Smiling and Hideous Cyclops by French symbolist painter Odilon Redon (1883)