Family Sweet

…the wave breaks rock, with time it makes it
Whatever is to come, whatever is awaited
Impossible to guess, it will so shortly come
It will reveal itself, perverted falls the sun…

My brain has paused at ‘space’; there is some time to waste,
So maybe I’ll lie down, put on a tune, stretch out, tomorrow isn’t soon
I’ll roll one, smoke it, drink some water. Change the tune, to something softer,
Find a point to stare at, listen, to the words that say that,
Everything to come will all be good. Smile, sex and sun… and crazy mood…
Cartoons take over brain…the story is so vain:
…that one day on a lonely street, he bumps into to this Mrs Sweet,
She’s truly vicious to the eye, though weak and soft like purple sky.
He looks at her, she looks at him, they smile, laugh, and make two twins,
Called Johnny Sweet and Fancy Sweet.
So family Sweet left their old street, and moved to live near Bracket Fleet.
They really loved it there, so well, Mrs Sweet decides herself,
That the garden needs some care, so she hires this young fella,
Who was from some Spanish country, where they mate and *duck* like monkeys.

So this fella, took my wife and I wished them both good life,
Left the house - went to travel. Maybe somehow I will settle.
On the fifteenth day of moving, suddenly wake up one morning,
Briefly look around the place, feel that I don’t feel my face.
‘What’s up, where am I’ ? Some broken voice goes: ‘in Mandeai’.
Oh great…
I’m lost I’m weak, I’m going to die...,

...or maybe I should rub my eyes,
Sit on my rear and prepare a little bucket for the dare…
…and maybe I should go to bed, or maybe no… it isn’t yet…
…the time to sleep. So…well…fuck writing…have a sip…thank you for reading, it’s a trip. Sometimes, a dream can bring ideas, question what’s true, or may that be reflections of what’s already through?